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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