About the song: Have You Seen the State of Her Body Lyrics is written and sung by Tion Wayne & Russ Millions. The title of the song is Body (Remix).
Have You Seen the State of Her Body Lyrics
Crud
Bah (Mm-mm), yo
Muad
Gotcha
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)
F^^k 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
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 sh^t (Nah)
I’m a rapper now, might as well live in it (Live in it)
Smoke up in my hotel, 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 waste, can’t get a wet
But my big brown 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
Anybody come see it, pull up to the AP
Probably gonna get busy, the king of my city for really
Man, I’m still up on the roads, could’ve left (Mm-mm)
Still chattin’ to my bros on the tech’ (Bah, bah)
F^^k that, man, I don’t give a F (Brrr)
What, you wanna get smoked? Cigarette
English, English girl named Fiona, African girl, Adeola
Body-ody shaped like Cola, back up back up, ayy, 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 swear Big A should be sponsored by Nike
Cah 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 brown and yak
With the biggest of backs and the shoulder tap
They give us the biggest attract
But live in the flesh didn’t see no hands
Any ting green get bun, it’s a cap
‘Cah no one in 3×3’s been blammed (For fashion)
You don’t wanna get left in a mess
Gun shot from the right and the left
Fifty G’s won’t pay for your life
Get blazed like Khaled with no cigarettes
English girl named Fiona
Straight Hennessy with no Cola
Know man since Bergkamp and Zola
Hold onto the super soaker
Anything to be God like, made and clean hearted, walk free
It’s ironic, ’cause he got wetted for spillin’ his drink on me
He 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
Man, I’m still up on the roads, could’ve left (Mm-mm)
Still chattin’ to my bros on the tech’ (Bah, bah)
F^^k that, man, I don’t give a F (Brrr)
What, you wanna get smoked? Cigarette
English, English girl named Fiona, African girl, Adeola
Body-ody shaped like Cola, back up back up, ayy, come closer
Look, huh, hold up, huh, I just gotta 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
Sha^ty gon’ suck me up ’til it’s over
She like a little pretzel, you can fold her
She got the twenty inches with the closer
Uh, 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 somethin’
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 sh^t, man, I’m, proud of my name, uh
ZT, I’m a C double S
Chest shot specialist, wet mans chest
B double S (Ayy), 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 3×3’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 me in pages, she callin’ me “Baby”
In twenty-three house, had to bring that back
A Rolex can’t phase me
Tired of gettin’ money, so b^^ch come pay me
Swing both ways or bring your lady
Chicky with the backy, wanna come get jiggy with it
Had to air out the wap, 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
Hundred K when I pay my tax
Bend it, sha^ty wanna make it clap
Bend it, sha^ty 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 d^ck 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 bit when you two-step dancin’
I do no talkin’, the gyaldem clartin’
Is your boy in this spliff? I rass him
Bro red card him, shots, no warning
When I see red, I’m chargin’
Mm-mm, yo, man, I’m still up on the roads, could’ve left (Mm-mm)
Still chattin’ to my bros on the tech’ (Bah, bah)
F-k that, man, I don’t give a F (Brrr)
What, you wanna get smoked? Cigarette
English, English girl named Fiona, African girl, Adeola
Body-ody shaped like Cola, back up back up, ayy, come closer
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