Tion Wayne,Russ Millions - Body Remix (Clean) ZT,Arrdee,E1,Bugzy,Buni,Fivio Foreign, Darkoo (LYRICS)

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  • Опубліковано 24 тра 2021
  • ‪@TionWayne9‬ ‪@RussMillions‬ "Body (Remix)" Lyric Video (CLEAN)
    "Adeola wanna roll with a geezer [TikTok Song]"
    Lyrics:
    Yo 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 have left Still chatting to my bros on the ten
    F*ck that, man I don’t give a F What you wanna get smoked, cigarette
    CHORUS: English English Girl named Fiona African girl Adeola Body ody shaped like cola
    Back up, back up ey come closer
    Vida loca high as a kite never sober Phyton hit him w/ a cobra
    Free up my bro cassanova Free him up Badman persona
    Badman alone can control her Sorry, sorry your sis got bent over
    Push in my hood tek anaconda Have you seen the state of her body
    Mad if I beat it out, I a’int wearing a Johnny Adeola wanna roll w/ a geezer
    Is it me or the lifestyle sweetheart Actually, I don’t give a s*itI’m a rapper now, might as well live in it Smoke up in my hotel billing it You can do what you like darling,I don’t give a f
    Still get brain when I spoke cigarette White boy wasted, coke getter wet
    & my big brownin love roll w/ the z I’m an English boy but I’m so bloody lit
    Yo Tizzy, my killy, I’m litty, I’m already burst& her body come silly Pull up to the AP
    Because were gonna get busy The king of my city for really
    Man I’m still up on the roads could have left Still chatting to my bros on the ten
    F*ck that, man I don’t give a F What you wanna get smoked, cigarette
    CHORUS
    Don’t come to close Should I take Keisha or should I take Becky Russ & Tion both said I dunno
    I swear Big A should be sponsored by Nike Got so much tech when he’s trying to score goals Ordnance road, bro back the pole Hmmhmm if you know then you know E1 I’m bringing it back
    Drop a gun lean cause no one’s beenI’m in the backseat w/ the brownin yat w/ the biggest of backs
    & the shoulders tapped Leng one They give us the biggest of chats
    But live in the flesh didn’t see no hands Anything green get bun is a cap
    Cause no one in 3 x 3 been blamed You don’t wanna get left in a mess
    Gunshot from the right & the left Fifty G’s won’t pay for your life
    Get blazed by Cali with no cigarette English girl named Fiona Straight Hennessey with no cola
    No mans since bare camps & zola Hold on to the super soaker
    Anything to be God, Like may the clean hearted walk free Its ironic because he got wetted
    For spilling his drink on me Resuscitation just to help him breathe
    Man down 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 Man I’m still up on the roads could have left
    Still chatting to my bros on the ten F*ck that, man I don’t give a F
    What you wanna get smoked, cigarette
    CHORUS
    N*gga get shot for smoking my roll up You said you done it now you gotta show up
    Shawty gon suck me up till it’s over She like a little pretzel you can fold her
    She got the 20 inch with the closer 808 no I don’t play no games
    I don’t say nuttin I don’t claim no names If mans not hot then mans not selling
    If man gets boomed then I get blamed I took a Perky I’m out of my brain
    I aint never steepin’ out of my laneI did a lot of s*it man I’m proud of my name
    ZT I’m a C double S Chest shot specialist, wet mans’ chest B double S
    Backshot specialist Bruck up the pum-pum Leave that wet Bad b’s, in love w/ the set
    No stress get bread & we set them trends, no meds We flex on the ops, get vexxed
    No net but you know that we scored on them Me & E just stepped on scene SOS for an anti green
    AFG is an anti team I don’t know about them got a rams on meI see one of them IC3’s
    I make the hand ting beat Neezy stuck in the streets Shout out my 3 x 3’s
    Touch-touch my watch man you must be crazy
    Had a Rollie then I switched to the AP Body like an earthquake Something like Haiti
    She knows me in pages, she calling me baby In 23 hrs had them bring that back
    A Rolex can’t phase me Time be money so a b*tch come pay me
    Swing both ways so bring your ladyJig-Jiggy with the baddie wanna come get jiggy with it
    & I ain’t talking waps but she knows that I’m strapped Yeah you know me I’m really, really w/ it
    Can’t compare when you talk about stacks (X2)100k 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 back seat Tillman pull up & bun up the backseat
    Gassed up top boy like Ashley Tappy swing get ying up badly Good d*ck may gyal scream papi
    She holds my wappy She makes me happy You know I’m tappy I chat & not cappy
    I run my mashy I’m too too catty Make man shake no Harlem Gassed up 300 no Spartan
    I beg man pardon dot dot blastin’ Might get blicked when I’m two step dancin
    I do no talking the the gyal I’m clartin’ It’s your boy in the spliff I rass him Bro red card him
    Shots no warning When I see red I’m charging Man I’m still up on the roads could have left
    Still chatting to my bros on the ten F*ck that, man I don’t give a F
    What you wanna get smoked, cigarette
    CHORUS

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