LOOK AT THE STATE OF HER BODY LYRICS

Look At The State Of Her Body Lyrics

Look At The State Of Her Body Lyrics

[Intro: Mr WOT, Tion Wayne & Russ Millions]

Crud

Brap (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


[Chorus: Tion Wayne & Russ Millions]

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


[Verse 1: Russ Millions]

(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


[Verse 2: ArrDee]

Ayy, have you seen the state of her body? (Mad)

If I beat it, I ain't wearin' a johnny (Hah)

Adeola wanna 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 while I smoke cigarettes

White boy wasted, coke get her wet

But my big brownin' love roll with the Zs

I'm an English boy, but I'm so bloody lit

Yo, Tizzy, my killy, I'm litty, I'm burst

And her body come silly (Ayy, ayy)

Pull up to the AP 'cause we're gonna get busy (Ayy, ayy, ayy)

The king of my city for really


[Chorus: Tion Wayne & Russ Millions]

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 (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


[Verse 3: E1]

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

Ordnance 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)

"Anyting green get bun" is a cap

'Cah no one in 3x3's been blammed (It's for fashion)


[Verse 4: Bugzy Malone]

Look, you don't wanna get left in a mess (Ah-ha, boom)

Gun shot from the right and the left (Boom)

Fifty 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 (Huh?)

Know man since Bergkamp and Zola

Hold onto the super soaker (Ai)

Anything to be God, like may the clean hearted walk free

It's ironic, 'cause he got wetted for spillin' his drink on me (Boom, boom, boom)

Needs resuscitation just to help him breathe

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 (Woo)


[Chorus: Tion Wayne & Russ Millions]

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 (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


[Verse 5: Fivio Foreign]

Look, huh, hol' up (Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up)

I think I know her (Uh)

I don't like your tone, girl, talk a little lower (Nah)

Nigga get shot for smokin' my roll-up (Boom, boom, huh)

You said you got it now you gotta show up (Yeah)

Shawty gon' suck me up until it's over (Yeah)

She like a little pretzel, you can fold her (Nah)

She got the twenty inches with the closer, huh

Yeah, 808 (Uh, yeah)

No, I don't play no games (Nah)

I don't say nothin', I don't clear no names (Nah)

If mans not hot, then mans not sayin' (Look)

If mans get boomed, then I get blamed (Boom)

I took a Perky, I'm out of my brain

I ain't never steppin' out of my lane (Nah)

Man, I did a lot of shit, man, I'm, proud of my name (Uh)


[Verse 6: ZT]

(Z-Z; woo) ZT, I'm a C double S (Yes)

Chest shot specialist, wet man's 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 (Boom, boom)

Me and 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 me (Mm-mm)

I see one of them IC3's, I make the hand ting beat (Brap, brap)

Neezy stuck in the streets (Mm-mm)

Shoutout my 3x3's (Brrr, brap)


[Verse 7: Darkoo]

Touch-touch my watch, man, you must be crazy (Bad him up)

Had an Rollie, then I switched to the AP (Boom)

Body like an earthquake, somethin' like Haiti (Ah)

She knows me in pages, she callin' me "Baby" (Yes)

In twenty-three hours, had them bring that back (Bring it)

A Rolex can't phase me

Time be money, so bitch come pay me

Swing both ways so bring your lady

Jig-jiggy with the baddie, wanna come get jiggy with it

And I ain't talking waps (Really), 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, shawty wanna make it clap

Bend it, shawty wanna arch her back


[Verse 8: Buni & Tion Wayne]

"Gun lean get shot from the backseat"

'Til man pull up and bun out the backseat (Nakky)

Gassed up, top boy like Ashley

Tappy, swing, get ying up badly (Ying)

Good dick make gyal scream "Papi"

She holds my wappy, she makes me happy (Mm-mm)

You know I'm tappy, I chat, and not cappy

I rub my mashy, I'm too-too catty (Too catty)

Make man shake, no Harlem (Wah?)

Gassed up, 300, no Spartan (Oi)

I beg man pardon, dot-dot blastin'

Might get blicked where you're two-step dancin' (Brrr)

I do no talkin', the gyal, I'm clartin'

It's your boy in a spliff, I rass him (Mm-mm)

Bro red card him, shots, no warning (Yo)

When I see red, I'm chargin' (Dead)


[Chorus: Tion Wayne & Russ Millions]

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 (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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[Spanish Version]

[IntroducciĂłn: Mr WOT, Tion Wayne y Russ Millions]

Crud

Brap (mm-mm), yo

Muad

Entendido

E-E-English girl llamada Fiona

Gran chica chiflada llamada Abiola (Mm-mm)

Body-ody con forma de Cola (Bah)

Retrocede, retrocede, llévaselo al propietario


[Estribillo: Tion Wayne y Russ Millions]

Hombre, todavĂ­a estoy en las carreteras, podrĂ­a haberme ido (bah, bah)

TodavĂ­a charlando con mis hermanos sobre la tecnologĂ­a (Mm-mm)

A la mierda, hombre, no me importa una F (Boom, boom)

¿QuĂ©, quieres fumar? Cigarrillo (Bah, bah, bah)

Inglés, chica inglesa llamada Fiona

Niña africana, Adeola

Body-ody con forma de Cola

Retrocede, retrocede, ayy, acércate


[VersĂ­culo 1: Russ Millions]

(Vi-Vi-) Vida loca (Bullet), alto como una cometa, nunca sobrio (Shotta)

Python, golpéalo con una Cobra

Libera a mi hermano Casanova (Libéralo)

Badman persona, badman solo puede controlarla ('Trol her)

Lo siento, lo siento, tu hermana se inclinĂł

Empuja mi 'ood, toma anaconda


[Verso 2: ArrDee]

Ayy, has visto el estado de su cuerpo? (Enojado)

Si lo supero, no llevaré un Johnny (Hah)

Adeola quiere rodar con un geezer (con un geez)

¿Soy yo o el estilo de vida, cariño?

En realidad, no me importa una mierda (Nah)

Soy un rapero ahora, también podría vivir en eso (vivir en eso)

Ella fuma en mi hotel, facturando (facturando)

Puedes hacer lo que quieras cariño, Arr Dee no le importa una F

TodavĂ­a tengo cerebro mientras fumo cigarrillos

Chico blanco desperdiciado, coque mojarla

Pero mi gran amor marrĂłn rueda con las Zs

Soy un chico inglés, pero estoy tan jodidamente iluminado

Yo, Tizzy, mi asesino, soy pequeño, estoy estallado

Y su cuerpo se vuelve tonto (ayy, ayy)

Sube a la AP porque vamos a estar ocupados (ayy, ayy, ayy)

El rey de mi ciudad de verdad


[Estribillo: Tion Wayne y Russ Millions]

Hombre, todavĂ­a estoy en las carreteras, podrĂ­a haberme ido (Mm-mm)

TodavĂ­a charlando con mis hermanos sobre la tecnologĂ­a (bah, bah)

A la mierda, hombre, no me importa una F (Brrr)

¿QuĂ©, quieres fumar? Cigarrillo

Inglés, chica inglesa llamada Fiona

Niña africana, Adeola

Body-ody con forma de Cola

Retrocede, retrocede, ayy, acércate


[Verso 3: E1]

No te acerques demasiado

¿DeberĂ­a tomar Keisha o deberĂ­a tomar Becky?

Russ, Tion Wayne dijeron "No lo sé"

Juro que Big A deberĂ­a ser patrocinado por Nike

'Cah, tiene tanta tecnologĂ­a cuando intenta marcar goles

Ordnance Road, hermano de vuelta ese poste

Mm-mm, si lo sabes, entonces lo sabes (lo sabes)

E1, lo estoy trayendo de vuelta

Suelta un arma, inclĂ­nate porque nadie ha sido abofeteado

Estoy en el asiento trasero con un brownin 'yat'

Con la mayor de las espaldas y el toque en el hombro (Leng)

Nos dan el mayor de los chats

Pero vivo en la carne, no vi manos (sin manos)

"Anyting green get bun" es una gorra

'Cah nadie en 3x3 ha sido criticado (es por moda)


[VersĂ­culo 4: Bugzy Malone]

Mira, no quieres quedarte en un lĂ­o (Ah-ha, boom)

Disparo de derecha e izquierda (boom)

Cincuenta G no pagarĂĄn por tu vida

Arder como Cali sin cigarrillos (sĂ­, sĂ­)

E-chica inglesa llamada Fiona (¿eh?)

Hennessy heterosexual sin cola (¿eh?)

Conoce al hombre desde Bergkamp y Zola

Sostén el super remojo (Ai)

Cualquier cosa para ser Dios, como que los limpios de corazĂłn caminen libres

Es irĂłnico, porque se mojĂł por derramar su bebida sobre mĂ­ (Boom, boom, boom)

Necesita reanimaciĂłn solo para ayudarlo a respirar

El hombre se ahoga cuando es una hemorragia interna

Pero no me importa tu apodo o tu apellido

Cualquiera puede conseguir R.I.P.'d (Woo)


[Estribillo: Tion Wayne y Russ Millions]

Hombre, todavĂ­a estoy en las carreteras, podrĂ­a haberme ido (Mm-mm)

TodavĂ­a charlando con mis hermanos sobre la tecnologĂ­a (bah, bah)

A la mierda, hombre, no me importa una F (Brrr)

¿QuĂ©, quieres fumar? Cigarrillo

Inglés, chica inglesa llamada Fiona

Niña africana, Adeola

Body-ody con forma de Cola

Retrocede, retrocede, ayy, acércate


[VersĂ­culo 5: Fivio Extranjero]

Mira, eh, espera (espera, espera, espera)

Creo que la conozco (uh)

No me gusta tu tono, niña, habla un poco mås bajo (Nah)

Nigga recibe un disparo por fumar mi roll-up (Boom, boom, eh)

Dijiste que lo tienes ahora tienes que aparecer (SĂ­)

Shawty me va a chupar hasta que se acabe (SĂ­)

A ella le gusta un pequeño pretzel, puedes doblarla (Nah)

Ella consiguiĂł las veinte pulgadas con el cerrador, eh

SĂ­, 808 (Uh, sĂ­)

No, no juego ningĂșn juego (Nah)

No digo nada, no borro ningĂșn nombre (Nah)

Si el hombre no estĂĄ caliente, entonces el hombre no dice (mira)

Si los hombres se disparan, entonces me culpan (boom)

Tomé un Perky, estoy fuera de mi cabeza

Nunca saldré de mi carril (Nah)

Hombre, hice muchas mierdas, hombre, estoy orgulloso de mi nombre (Uh)


[VersĂ­culo 6: ZT]

(Z-Z; woo) ZT, soy una C doble S (SĂ­)

Especialista en disparos de pecho, pecho de hombre mojado

B doble S (Ayy), especialista en disparos

Bruck up the pum-pum, déjalo mojado

Bad B estå enamorado del set, sin estrés, consigue pan

Y les marcamos tendencias, sin medicamentos

Nos flexionamos con los opps, nos enojamos

No hay red, pero sabes que anotamos en ellos (Boom, boom)

E y yo acabamos de entrar en escena, SOS para un anti-verde

AFG es un anti equipo, no sé de ellos, me metieron un ariete (Mm-mm)

Veo uno de esos IC3's, hago latir la mano (Brap, brap)

Neezy atrapado en las calles (mm-mm)

Grita mis 3x3 (Brrr, brap)


[VersĂ­culo 7: Darkoo]

Toca, toca mi reloj, hombre, debes estar loco (Maltratarlo)

Tenía un Rollie, luego me cambié al AP (Boom)

Cuerpo

CreditsName
Writers: Buni, Fivio Foreign, ZT (3x3), E1 (3x3), ArrDee, DARKOO, Bugzy Malone, Russ Millions & Tion Wayne
Artists: Russ Millions & Tion Wayne
Producers: Gotcha Bxtch
Released: April 22, 2021
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