Tion Wayne & Russ Millions Feat. Ricky Rich – Body (Remix) Lyrics

Bah (mm-mm), yo
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)
Fuck that, man, I don’t give a F (boom, boom)
What, you wanna get smoked? Cigarette (bah, bah, bah)
English, English girl named Fiona
Afrikaans girl, Adeola
Body-ody shaped like Cola
Back up, back up, ayy, come closer

(Vi-Vi-) Vida loca (bullet), high as a kite, never sober (shotta)
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

Throwback like Ed Hardy
Stay fly, I’m high like Jeff Hardy
Wet, wet like tsu-tsunami (wet, wet, wet)
Big Russ fuck up the punani
Pum, pum, turn up, I hit that raw
Felt this tip and she ball out “Lord”
Buss my ting in your gyal like crud
Pum, pum, wet up, everything mad

Yo, yo, I got more than a mill’ in savings (mm-mm)
But you can still get shaven (bow)
If I ever get caught by the paigons (woo, woo)
Have my nank just wavin’ (boom)
Live my best life like I’m One Acen (acen)
With my fist, love the altercation (ayy)
But with my shank (ayy), that’s a combination (ayy)

Gyal with a big back’s my weakness (weakness)
But when I punch man, it’s grievous (boom)
They’ll play back the CCTV
When I banged him, my defence said “Jesus”
All my brothers gotta ball like the Lakers (ayy)
Every time I see her arse, “What the fuck?” (what the fuck?)
Every time I see that arch, it’s amazing (mm-mm)
Me and Russ like Freddy and Jason (bap, bap, bap)

Man, I’m still up on the roads, could’ve left (mm-mm)
Still chattin’ to my bros on the tech (bah, bah)
Fuck that, man, I don’t give a F (brr)
What, you wanna get smoked? Cigarette
English, English girl named Fiona, Afrikaans girl, Adeola
Body-ody shaped like Cola, back up, back up, ayy, come closer

I can’t fake my money, baby, I’m a money maker
I’m so high, Bob Marley, honey, dance for the paper
Brand-new Bugatti, full fart, I’ma see you later
Like Jamie Vardy, one man show when I take off (yeah)

Racks on racks, bilen vi kör är den är black on black
Cash on cash, fyller mina cash i en Fendi bag
I’m broken, not broke, oh-na-na
Four clips and they go bananas
Won’t let go, can’t swallow my honor

Jag älskar shoppa, japp Chanel
Du vill träffas varje kväll, ah
Jag bär Gucci on my belt
Jag har guld som jag har smält, ah
Jag är en gatulegend, alltid varit den som är den
Åttio timmar på en vecka utan nån sömn
Men tror du att benim är bränd? Ah

Man, I’m still up on the roads, could’ve left
Still chattin’ to my bros on the tech
Fuck that, man, I don’t give a F
What, you wanna get smoked? Cigarette
English, English girl named Fiona, Afrikaans girl, Adeola
Body-ody shaped like Cola, back up, back up, ayy, come closer

English girl named Fiona
Big batty girl named Abiola
Body-ody shaped like Cola
Back up, back up, bring it to the owner
E-English girl named Fiona
Big batty girl named Abiola
Body-ody shaped like Cola
Back up, back up, bring it to the owner

Man, I’m still up on the roads, could’ve left (mm-mm)
Still chattin’ to my bros on the tech (bah, bah)
Fuck that, man, I don’t give a F (grrr)
What, you wanna get smoked? Cigarette
English, English girl named Fiona
Afrikaans girl, Adeola
Body-ody shaped like Cola
Back up, back up, ayy, come closer