Have you Seen the State of Her Body Lyrics by Body by Russ Millions & Tion Wayne
Have you Seen the State of Her Body Lyrics
Big-batty gyal named Abiola
Body-ody shaped like cola
Back up, back up, bring it to the owner
Man, I’m still upon the roads, couldn’t left
Still chatting 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
African girl Adeola
Body-ody shaped like cola
Back up, back up, ay, come closer
Vida loca
High as a kite, never sober
Hyphen, hit ’em with a crowbar
Free up my bro Casanova
Badman persona
Badman alone can control her
Sorry, sorry, your sis got bent over
Push in my hood, take anaconda
Throw back like Ed Hardy
Stay fly, I’m high like Jeff Hardy
Wet, wet, like the tsunami
Big Russ fuck up the punani
Pum-pum turn up, I hit that raw
Fuck with this tip and she ball out, “Ahh”
Bossman in your gyal like God
Pum-pum bruk up, everything mad
But you can still get a shaving
If I ever get caught by the paigons
Badman I ain’t just waving
Live my best like like I’m on One Acen
In my face, love the altercation
But with my shank, that’s abomination
Gyal with a big back’s my weakness
But when I punch man, it’s grievous
They’ll play back the CCTV
When I banged him my defense said Jesus
All my brothers gotta ball like the Lakers
Every time I see her arse, “What the fuck?”
Every time I see that arch, it’s amazing
Me and Russ like Freddy and Jason
Man, I’m still upon the roads, couldn’t left
Still chatting 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
African girl Adeola
Body-ody shaped like cola
Back up, back up, ay, come closer
My man, he’s too innocent
Free Big A, he’s too militant
They mention us just to get relevant
Russ, T-Wayne come by millions
Wizzy, Wizzy, Wizzy get drilly pon any
She know us already from ‘Keisha & Becky’
Head, chest, neck, back, I don’t mind belly
Armed and ready, green light, get shelly
Littiest citizen, hittin’ ’em, diligent
Vigilant, stickin’ ’em, none of my niggas are innocent
On sight, man are just chingin’ ’em
Come far but I still finish ’em
Body-ody like Megan Thee Stallion
Russ and Wizzy, that’s another platinum
Copy, copy, opps copy the mandem
Pull up on who man, buss off my hand ting
Man, I’m still upon the roads, couldn’t left
Still chatting 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
African girl Adeola
Body-ody shaped like cola
Back up, back up, ay, come closer
English girl named Fiona
Big-batty gyal named Abiola
Body-ody shaped like cola
Back up, back up, bring it to the owner
E-E-English girl named Fiona
Big-batty gyal named Abiola
Body-ody shaped like cola
Back up, back up, bring it to the owner
Man, I’m still upon the roads, couldn’t left
Still chatting 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
African girl Adeola
Body-ody shaped like cola
Back up, back up, ay, come closer
