Body [Remix]
Fivio Foreign, Darkoo, Russ Millions, Arrdee, E1, ZT, Buni, Bugzy Malone, Tion Wayne
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Crud Bah (mhm) Mad (yo) En-en-english girl named Fiona (Gotcha) Big-batty gyal named Abiola (mhm) Body-ody shaped like Cola (bah) Back up, back up, bring it to the owner Man, I'm still upon the roads, could've left (bah bah) Still chatting to my bros on the tech (mhm) F*ck that, man, I don't give a F (ooh, ooh) 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, ay, come closer Vida loca (bullet) High as a kite, never sober (shotta) Hyphen, hit 'em with a crowbar Free up my bro Casanova (free 'em up) Badman persona Badman alone can control her ('trol her) Sorry, sorry, your sis got bent over Push in my hood, take anaconda (ay) Have you seen the state of her body? (Mad) If I beat it, I ain't wearin' a Jonny (ha) Adeola when I 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', no, they don't give a F Still get brain when I smoke cigarettes White boy wasted, coke 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 (yo, Tizzy) Anybody come see it, pull up to the AP (ay, ay, ay, ay, ay) Probably gonna get busy, the king of my city for really Man, I'm still upon the roads, could've left (mhm) Still chatting to my bros on the tech (bah, bah) F*ck that, man, I don't give a F (brrt) What you wanna get, smoked? Cigarette English, English girl named Fiona African girl, Adeola Body-ody shaped like Cola Back up, back up, ay, come closer Don't come too close Should I take Keisha or should I take Becky? Russ, Tion Wayne both said, "I don't know" (I don't know) I swear Big A should be sponsored by Nike Got so much Tech when he's tryna score goals Ordanance Road, bro back that pole Mhm, 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 Gun shot from the right and the left (boom) Fifty G's won't pay for your life Get blazed like Khaled with no cigarettes (yeah, yeah) En-en-english girl named Fiona (ah) Straight Hennessy with no Cola (ah) Know man since Bergkamp and Zola Hold onto the super soaker (ah, yeah) Anything to be God like, made and clean hearted, walk free It's ironic, 'cause he got wetted for spillin' his drink on me (boom, boom, boom) 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 Anyone can get R.I.p Man, I'm still upon the roads, could've left (mhm) Still chatting to my bros on the tech (bah, bah) F*ck that, man, I don't give a F (brrt) What you wanna get, smoked? Cigarette English, English girl named Fiona African girl, Adeola Body-ody shaped like Cola Back up, back up, ay, come closer Look, huh, hold up (hold up, hold up, hold up) Huh, I just gotta know her (uh) I don't like your tone, girl, talk a little lower (nah) Nigga get shot for smokin'' my roll-up, huh (boom, boom) You said you got it now you gotta show up (yeah) Shawty gon' suck me up until it's over (yeah) She like a little pretzel, you can fold her (ah) She got the twenty inches with the closure (uh) Uh, yeah, 808, huh (uh, yeah) No, I don't play no games (nah) I don't say nothin', I don't clear no names (nah) If mans not hot then mans not saying (look) 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 Z-z-z-zt, I'm a C double S Chest shot specialist, wet mans' chest B double S, backshot specialist (aye) Bruk 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 rams on me I see one of them IC3's (mhm) I make the hand ting beat (bah, bah) Neezy stuck in the streets (mhm) Shoutout my 3x3's (brrt, bah) Touch my watch, man, you must be crazy (are you mad?) Had an Rollie, then I switched to the AP Bun it like an earthquake, somethin' like Haiti She knows me in pages, she callin' me "Baby" (yes) In twenty-three hours, had to bring that back (bring it) A Rolex can't phase me Time be money, so bitch come pay me Swing both ways so 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, yeah) Really wit' 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 (Ay) Bend it, shawty wanna arch her back Gun lean get shot from the backseat Two man pull up and bun out the backseat (Naky) 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 You know I'm tappy, I chat, and not cappy I rub my mashy, I'm too-too catty (too catty) Mek mans shake, no Harlem (what?) Gassed up, 300, no Spartan I beg man pardon, dot-dot blastin' Might get bit when you two-step dancin' (brrt) I do no talkin', the gyaldem clartin' Is your boy in this spliff? I rass him (mhm) Bro red card him, shots, no warning (yo) When I see red, I'm chargin' Man, I'm still upon the roads, could've left (mhm) Still chatting to my bros on the tech (bah, bah) F*ck that, man, I don't give a F (brrt) What you wanna get, smoked? Cigarette English, English girl named Fiona African girl, Adeola Body-ody shaped like Cola Back up, back up, ay, come closer
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Written by: Dennis Junior Odunwo, Kamron Lloyd Chevannes, Shylo Batchelor Millwood
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