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russ millions & tion wayne - body 2 lyrics

[intro: tion wayne & russ millions]
crud
bah (mm+mm), yo
muad

gotcha
e+e+english girl named fiona, big batty girl named abiola (mm+mm)
body+ody shaped like cola (bah)
back up, back up, bring it to the owner

[chorus: tion wayne & russ millions]
man, i’m still up on the roads, could’ve left (bah, bah)
still chattin’ to my bros on the tech’ (mm+mm)
f+ck that, man, i don’t give a f (boom, boom)
what, you wanna get smoked? cigarette (bah, bah, bah)
english, english girl named fiona, african girl, adeola
body+ody shaped like cola, back up back up, ayy, come closer

[verse 1: russ millions]
vida loca (bullet), high as a kite, never sober
python hit him with a cobra
free up my bro, casanova (free him up)
badman persona, badman alone can control her (‘trol her)
sorry, sorry, your sis got bent over
push in my ‘ood, take anaconda
[verse 2: arrdee]
have you seen the state of her body (mad)
if i beat it i ain’t wearin’ a jonny (hah)
adeola when i roll wid’ a geezer (wid a geez)
is it me or the lifestyle sweetheart?
actually, i don’t give a sh+t (nah)
i’m a rapper now might as well live in it (live in it)
smoke up in my hotel, billin’ it
you can do what you like darlin’, no, they don’t give a f
still get brain when i smoke cigarette
white boy wasted coke ???
but my big brownin’ love roll with the zest
i’m an english boy but i’m so bl++dy lit
yo, tizzy, my k!lly, i’m litty, i’m burst
anybody come see it pull up to the ap
probably gonna get busy, the king of my city for really

[verse 3: 3x3e1]
don’t come too close
should i take keisha or should i take becky?
russ, tion wayne both said “i don’t know”
i swear big a should be sponsored by nike
cah he’s got so much tech when he’s tryna score goals
ordnance road, bro back that pole
mm+mm, if you know then you know (you know)
e1 i’m bringing it back
drop a gun lean ‘cah no one’s been slapped
i’m in the backseat with a brown and yak
with the biggest of backs and the shoulder tap (leng)
they give us the biggest attract
but live in the flesh didn’t see know hands
anything green get bun, it’s a cap
‘cah no one in 3×3’s been blamed (for fashion)
[verse 4: bugzy malone]
you don’t wanna get left in a mess
gun shot from the right and the left
fifty g’s won’t pay for your life
get blazed like khaled with no cigarettes
english girl named fiona
straight hennessy with no cola
know man since bergkamp and zola
hold onto the super soaker
anything to be god+like, made and clean hearted, walk free
it’s ironic, ’cause he got wetted for spillin’ his drink on me
he need resuscitation just to help him breath
man drown when it’s an internal bleed
but i don’t care for your nickname, or your last name
anybody can get r.i.p

[verse 6: fivio foreign]
look, huh, hold up (hold up, hold up)
i think i know her (uh)
i don’t like to talk, girl, talk a lil lower (nah)
n+gga get shot for smokin’ my roll up (boom, boom)
you said you got it now you got to show her (yeah)
shawty gonna suck me up until it’s over (yeah)
she like a little pretzel, you could fold her (ahh)
she got the twenty inches with the closure (uh)
huh, yeah, 808 (uh, yeah)
no i don’t play no games (nah)
i don’t say nothing, i don’t clear no names (nah)
if mans not hot, then mans not sane (look)
if mans get boomed, then i get blamed (boom)
i took a percie, i’m out of my brain
i ain’t ever steppin’ out of my lane (nah)
man, i did a lot of sh+t, man, i’m proud of my name (uh)
[verse 7: zt]
zt, i’m c double s
chest shot specialist, wet man’s chest
b double s, (ayy), backshot specialist, bruck up the pum+pum, leave that wet
bad b’s in love with the set, no stress, get bread
and we set them trends, no meds
we flex on the opps, get vexed, no net, but you know that we scored on them
me and e just stepped on, sos for an anti+green
afg is an anti team, i don’t know ’bout them, got rams on me
i see one of them ic3’s
i make the hand ting beat
nezzy stuck in the streets, shoutout my 3×3’s

[verse 8: darkoo]
touch my watch, man, you must be crazy
had a rollie then i switched to the ap
bun it like an earthquake, somethin’ like haiti
she knows me in pages, she callin’ me “babe
in twenty+three house, had to, bring that back
a rolex can’t faze me
time ain’t money, so b+tch come pay me
swing both ways or bring your lady
chicky with the backy, wanna come get jiggy with it
had to air out the wap, but she knows that i’m strapped
really, really with it, yeah you know me, i’m really with it
can’t compare when you talk about stacks
can’t compare when you talk about stacks
hundred k when i pay my tax
bend it, shawty wanna make it clap
bend it, shawty wanna arch her back

[verse 9: buni]
gun lean get shot from the backseat
two man pull up and bun out the backseat
gassed up top boy like ashley
tappy, swing, get ying up badly
good d+ck make gyal scream “papi”
she holds my wappy, she makes me happy
you know i’m tappy, i chat, and not cappy
i rub my mashy, i’m too+too catty
mek man shake, no harlem
gassed up, 300, no spartan
i beg man pardon, dot+dot blastin’
might get bit when your two+step dancin’
i do no talkin’, the gyaldem clartin’
is your boy in this spliff? i rass him
bro red card him, shots, no warnin’ (mm+mm, yo)
when i see red i’m chargin’

[chorus: tion wayne & russ millions]
man, i’m still up on the roads, could’ve left (mm+mm)
still chattin’ to my bros on the tech’ (bah, bah)
f+ck that, man, i don’t give a f (grrr)
what, you wanna get smoked? cigarette
english, english girl named fiona
african girl, adeola (hey, hey)
body+ody shaped like cola (oh+oh)
back up, back up, ayy, come closer

- russ millions tion wayne lyrics

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