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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Russ Millions
Russ Millions
Vocals
Tion Wayne
Tion Wayne
Vocals
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Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kamron Lloyd Chevannes
Kamron Lloyd Chevannes
Songwriter
Millwood Batchelor
Millwood Batchelor
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Sean Donoghue
Sean Donoghue
Mixing Engineer
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Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
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
[Verse 2]
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
[Verse 3]
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, "Lord!"
Bossman in your gyal like God
Pum-pum wake up, everything mad
[Verse 4]
Yo, yo, I got more than a mill' in savings
But you can still get a shaving
If I ever get caught by the paigons
Badman I ain't just waving, boom
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. boom
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
[Verse 5]
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
[Verse 6]
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
[Verse 7]
Littiest citizen, hittin' 'em, diligent
Vigilant, stickin' 'em, none of my **** 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
[Verse 8]
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
[Verse 9]
English girl named Fiona
Big-batty gyal named Abiola
Body-ody shaped like cola
Back up, back up, bring it to the owner
[Verse 10]
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
[Verse 11]
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
Written by: Shylo Batchelor Ashby Milwood, Dennis Junior Odunwo
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