Body (Remix) Lyrics - Russ Millions and Tion Wayne

"Body Remix Lyrics" is an English song sung by Tion Wayne and Russ Millions. You can read the "Body Lyrics" English lyrics of the song below.

Body Remix Lyrics

Song Details:

  • Song: BODY (Remix) Lyrics
  • Lyrics: Russ Millions & Tion Wayne
  • Music: Gotcha Bxtch

 

Body (Remix) Lyrics - Russ Millions and Tion Wayne

  • Crud
    Brap (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

    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

    Vida loca (Bullet), high as a kite, never sober (Shaka)
    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

    Oi, have you seen the state of her body? (Mad)
    If I beat it, I ain't wearin' a Jonny (Hah)
    Adeola wanna roll with a geezer (With a geez)
    Is it me or the lifestyle, sweetheart?
    Actually, I don't give a shit (Nah)
    I'm a rapper now, might as well live in it (Live in it)
    She smoke up in my hotel, billin' it (Billin' it)
    You can do what you like darlin', ArrDee don't give a F
    Still get brain when I smoke cigarettes
    White boy wasted, coat get her wet
    But my big brownin' love roll with the zest
    I'm an English boy, but I'm so bloody lit
    Yo, Tizzy, my killy, I'm litty, I'm burst
    Anybody come see it, (Ayy) pull up to the AP (Ayy)
    (Ayy) Because we're gonna get busy, (Ayy) the king of my city for really

    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 (Brrr)
    What, you wanna get smoked? Cigarette
    English, English girl named Fiona, African girl, Adeola
    Body-ody shaped like Cola, back up back up, ayy, come closer

    Don't come too close
    Should I take Keisha or should I take Becky?
    Russ, Tion Wayne both said "I dunno"
    I swear Big A should be sponsored by Nike
    'Cah he's got so much TEC 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 bringin' it back
    Drop a gun lean 'cah no one's been slapped
    I'm in the backseat with a brownin yat'
    With the biggest of backs and the shoulder tap (Leng)
    They give us the biggest of chats
    But live in the flesh didn't see no hands (No hands)
    "Anyting green get bun" is a cap
    'Cah no one in 3x3's been blammed (For fashion)

    Look, you don't wanna get left in a mess (Boom)
    Gun shot from the right and the left (Boom)
    Fifty G's won't pay for your life
    Get blazed like Cali with no cigarette (Yeah, yeah)
    E-English girl named Fiona (Huh?)
    Straight Hennessy with no Cola (Huh?)
    Know man since Bergkamp and Zola
    Hold onto the super soaker (Ayy)
    Anything to be God, like may the clean hearted walk free
    It's ironic, 'cause he got wetted for spillin' his drink on me (Boom, boom, boom)
    Needs resuscitation just to help him breathe
    Man drown when it's an internal bleed
    But I don't care for your nickname, or your last name
    Anyone can get R.I.P'd (Woo)

    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 (Brrr)
    What, you wanna get smoked? Cigarette
    English, English girl named Fiona, African girl, Adeola
    Body-ody shaped like Cola, back up back up, ayy, come closer

    Look, hold up (Hold up, hold up, hold up)
    I think I know her
    I don't like your tone, girl, talk a little lower (Nah)
    N*gga get shot for smokin' my roll-up (Boom, boom)
    You said you got it now you gotta show up (Yeah)
    Shawty gon' suck me up 'til it's over (Yeah)
    She like a little pretzel, you can fold her (Nah)
    She got the twenty inches with the closer (Uh)
    Yeah, 808 (Nah, yeah), no, I don't play no games (Nah)
    I don't say nothin', I don't clear no names (Nah)
    If man's not hot then man's not saying
    If man gets boomed, then I get blamed (Boom)
    I took a perky, I'm out of my brain
    I ain't never steppin' out of my lane (Nah)
    Man, I did a lot of shit, man, I'm, proud of my name (Uh)

    (Woo) ZT, I'm a C double S (Yes)
    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 (Boom, boom)
    Me and E just stepped on scene, SOS for an anti-green
    AFG is an anti team, I don't know 'bout them, I got a rams on me (Mm-mm)
    I see one of them IC3's
    I make the hand ting beat (Brap, brap)
    Neezy stuck in the streets (Mm-mm), shoutout my 3x3's (Brrr, brap)

    Touch my watch, man, you must be crazy (Bad him up)
    Had an Rollie, then I switched to the AP (Boom)
    Body like an earthquake, somethin' like Haiti (Ah)
    She knows me in pages, she callin' me "Baby" (Yes)
    In twenty-three hours, had them bring that back (Bring it)
    A Rolex can't phase me
    Time be money, so bitch come pay me
    Swing both ways or bring your lady
    Jiggy with the baddie, wanna come get jiggy with it
    And I ain't talking waps, but she know that I'm strapped
    (Really, really with it) Yeah, you know me, I'm really, 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

    "Gun lean get shot from the backseat"
    'Til man pull up and bun out the backseat (Nakky)
    Gassed up, top boy like Ashley
    Tappy, swing, get ying up badly (Ying)
    Good dick make gyal scream "Papi"
    She holds my wappy, she makes me happy (Mm-mm)
    You know I'm tappy, I chat, and not cappy
    I rub my mashy, I'm too-too catty (Too catty)
    Make man shake, no Harlem (Wah?)
    Gassed up, 300, no Spartan (Oi)
    I beg man pardon, dot-dot blastin'
    Might get blicked where you're two-step dancin' (Brrr)
    I do no talkin', the gyal, I'm clartin'
    It's your boy in a spliff, I rass him (Mm-mm)
    Bro red card him, shots, no warning
    When I see red, I'm chargin' (Dead)

    Mm-mm, yo, 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 (Brrr)
    What, you wanna get smoked? Cigarette
    English, English girl named Fiona, African girl, Adeola
    Body-ody shaped like Cola, back up back up, ayy, come closer

 

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