Have You Seen The State Of Her Body Lyrics


Have You Seen The State Of Her Body Lyrics By Russ Millions. Main song words are Ay, have you seen the state of her body? (Mad) If I beat it, I ain’t wearin’ a Jonny (Hah) Adeola wanna roll with a geezer (With a geez).

Have You Seen The State Of Her Body Lyrics

CrudBrap (Mm-mm), yoMuadGotchaE-E-English girl named FionaBig 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, AdeolaBody-ody shaped like Cola, back up, back up, ayy, come closer

Vida loca (Bullet), high as a kite, never sober (Shaka)Python, hit him with a CobraFree up my bro Casanova (Free him up)Badman persona, badman alone can control her (‘Trol her)Sorry, sorry, your sis got bent overPush in my ‘ood, take anaconda

Ay, have you seen the state of her body? (Mad)If I beat it, I ain’t wearin’ a Jonny (Hah)Adeola wanna 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)She smoke up in my hotel, billin’ it (Billin’ it)You can do what you like darlin’, ArrDee don’t give a FStill get brain when I smoke cigarettesWhite boy wasted, coke get her wetBut my big brownin’ love roll with the Z’sI’m an English boy, but I’m so bloody litYo, Tizzy, my killy, I’m litty, I’m burstAnd her body come silly (Ayy) pull up to the AP (Ayy)(Ayy) ’cause we’re gonna get busy, (Ayy) 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? CigaretteEnglish, English girl named Fiona, African girl, AdeolaBody-ody shaped like Cola, back up back up, ayy, come closer

Don’t come too closeShould I take Keisha or should I take Becky?Russ, Tion Wayne both said “I dunno”I swear Big A should be sponsored by Nike‘Cah he’s got so much TEC when he’s tryna score goalsOrdnance Road, bro back that poleMm-mm, if you know then you know (You know)E1, I’m bringin’ it backDrop a gun lean ‘cah no one’s been slappedI’m in the backseat with a brownin’ yat’With the biggest of backs and the shoulder tap (Leng)They give us the biggest of chatsBut live in the flesh, didn’t see no hands (No hands)“Anyting green get bun” is a cap‘Cah no one in 3×3’s been blammed (For fashion)

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 lifeGet 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 ZolaHold onto the super soaker (Ai)Anything to be God, like may the clean hearted walk freeIt’s ironic, ’cause he got wetted for spillin’ his drink on me (Boom, boom, boom)Needs resuscitation just to help him breatheMan drown when it’s an internal bleedBut I don’t care for your nickname, or your last nameAnyone can get R.I.P’d (Woo)

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? CigaretteEnglish, English girl named Fiona, African girl, AdeolaBody-ody shaped like Cola, back up back up, ayy, come closer

Look, hold up (Hold up, hold up, hold up)I think I know her (Uh)I don’t like your tone, girl, talk a little lower (Nah)N^^ga get shot for smokin’ my roll-up (Boom, boom)You said you got it now you gotta show up (Yeah)Shawty gon’ suck me up ’til it’s over (Yeah)She like a little pretzel, you can fold her (Nah)She got the twenty inches with the closer (Uh)Yeah, 808 (Nah, yeah), no, I don’t play no games (Nah)I don’t say nothin’, I don’t clear no names (Nah)If man’s not hot then man’s not sayingIf man gets boomed, then I get blamed (Boom)I took a perky, I’m out of my brainI ain’t never steppin’ out of my lane (Nah)Man, I did a lot of sh^t, man, I’m, proud of my name (Uh)

(Woo) ZT, I’m a C double S (Yes)Chest shot specialist, wet man’s chestB double S (Ayy), backshot specialistBruck up the pum-pum, leave that wetBad B’s in love with the set, no stress, get breadAnd we set them trends, no medsWe flex on the opps, get vexedNo net, but you know that we scored on them (Boom, boom)Me and E just stepped on scene, SOS for an anti-greenAFG is an anti team, I don’t know ’bout them, I got a rams on me (Mm-mm)I see one of them IC3’sI make the hand ting beat (Brap, brap)Neezy stuck in the streets (Mm-mm), shoutout my 3×3’s (Brrr, brap)

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 meTime be money, so b^^ch come pay meSwing both ways or bring your ladyJiggy with the baddie, wanna come get jiggy with itAnd 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 itCan’t compare when you talk about stacksCan’t compare when you talk about stacksHundred K when I pay my taxBend it, shawty wanna make it clapBend it, shawty wanna arch her back

“Gun lean get shot from the backseat”‘Til man pull up and bun out the backseat (Nakky)Gassed up, top boy like AshleyTappy, swing, get ying up badly (Ying)Good d^^k make gyal scream “Papi”She holds my wappy, she makes me happy (Mm-mm)You know I’m tappy, I chat, and not cappyI 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 warningWhen I see red, I’m chargin’ (Dead)

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? CigaretteEnglish, English girl named Fiona, African girl, AdeolaBody-ody shaped like Cola, back up back up, ayy, come closer

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