Vietsub | Body 2 - Tion Wayne & Russ Millions | Lyrics Video

Lyrics Crud Bah (mm-mm), yo Muad 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] 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, African girl, Adeola Body-ody shaped like Cola, back up, back up, ayy, come closer 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 Have you seen the state of her body? (Mad) If I beat it, I ain't wearin' a Jonny (hah) 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', 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 her English boy, but I'm so bloody lit Yo, Tizzy, my killy, 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 [Chorus] 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 He's got so much Tech when he's tryna score goals Ordanance 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) Any ting green get bun, it's a cap 'Cah no one in 3x3's been blammed (for fashion) You don't wanna get left in a mess Gun shot from the right and the left (boom) 50 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 Know man since Bergkamp and Zola Hold onto the super soaker (ayy) Anything to be God like, made and clean hearted, walk free It's ironic, 'cause he got wetted for spillin' his drink on me 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 Anyone can get R.I.P'd [Chorus] Look, hold up, I think I know her I don't like your tone, girl, talk a little lower Nigga get shot for smokin' my roll-up You said you got it now you gotta show up Shawty gon' suck me up until it's over She like a little pretzel, you can fold her She got the 20 inches with the closer Huh, yeah, 808, huh, no, I don't play no games I don't say nothin', I don't clear no names If mans not hot then mans not saying If man gets boomed, then I get blamed I took a perky, I'm out of my brain I ain't never steppin' out of my lane Man, I did a lot of shit, 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 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 scene, 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 Neezy stuck in the streets, shoutout my 3x3's Touch my watch, man, you must be crazy Had an Rollie, then I switched to the AP Bun it like an earthquake, somethin' like Haiti She knows we paid, she callin' me "Baby" In 23 hours, had them bring that back 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 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 backseat Two man pull up and bun out the backseat Gassed up Top Boy like Ashley Tappy, swing, get ying up badly 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 Mek mans shake, no Harlem Gassed up, 300, no Spartan I beg man pardon, dot-dot blastin' Might get blicked where you're two-step dancin' I do no talkin', the gyal, I'm clartin' Is your boy in this spliff? I rass him Bro red card him, shots, no warning When I see red, I'm chargin' [Chorus] #Tion Wayne #Russ Millions #Body2 #vietsub #lyrics