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Body Lyrics

by Russ Millions & Tion Wayne

Lyricist: Tion Wayne, Russ Millions

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Body Lyrics

Bah (Mm-mm), yo 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, couldn't 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 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't control her ('Trol her) Sorry, sorry, your sis got bent over Push in my hood, take anaconda Throw it back like Ed Hardy Stay fly, I'm high like Jeff Hardy Wet, wet like the tsunami (Wet, wet, wеt) Big Russ fuck up the punani Pum, pum, turn up, I hit that raw Fuck with this tip and ball out "Rah" Bossman in your gyal like God Pump, pump ruk up, evеrything mad Yo, mm-mm yo, yo, I got more than a mill' in savings (Mm-mm) But you can still get a shavin' (Bow) If I ever get caught by the paigons (Woo, woo) Badman, I ain't just wavin' (Boom) Live my best life like I'm One Acen (Acen) In my face, love the altercation (Ayy) But with my shank (Ayy), that's a combination (Ayy) 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, man, the feds said "Jesus" All my brothers gotta ball like Lakers (Ayy) Every time I see her arse "What the fuck?" (What the fuck?) Every time I see that arch, it's amazing (Mm-mm) Me and Russ like Freddy and Jason (Yo, mm-mm) Man, I'm still up on the roads, couldn't left (Mm-mm) Still chattin' to my bros on the tech' (Bap, bap) Fuck that, man, I don't give a F (Grrr) 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 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 a drilly 'pon any (Ayy) She knows us already from "Keisha and Becky" (Mm-mm) Head, chest, neck, back, I don't mind belly (Yo) Armed and ready (Yo), green light, get shelly Littiest citizen, hittin' them, diligent, vigilant Stickin' 'em, none of my niggas are innocent On sight man are just chinging him Come far, but I still finish 'em Body-ody like Megan Thee Stallion Rush and Wizzy, that's another platinum Copy, copy, opps copy the mandem (Yo) Pull up on who man? Buss off my hand ting Man, I'm still up on the roads, couldn't left (Boom) Still chattin' to my bros on the tech' (Bah, bah) Fuck that, man, I don't give a F (Grrr) What, you wanna get smoked? Cigarette (Ayy, ayy) English, English girl named Fiona, African girl, Adeola Body-ody shaped like Cola, back up, back up, ayy, come closer English, English girl named Fiona Big batty girl named Abiola Body-ody shaped like Cola Back up back up, bring it to the owner English, English girl named Fiona Big batty girl named Abiola Body-ody shaped like Cola Back up back up, bring it to the owner Man, I'm still up on the roads, couldn't left (Mm-mm) Still chattin' to my bros on the tech' (Bah, bah) Fuck that, man, I don't give a F (Grrr) What, you wanna get smoked? Cigarette English, English girl named Fiona African girl, Adeola (Hey, hey) Body-ody shaped like Cola (Oh-oh) Back up, back up, ayy, come closer

Meaning of Body

“Body,” the collaborative track between Russ Millions and Tion Wayne, is a hyperactive explosion of UK drill’s signature hedonistic energy, prioritizing immediate gratification and boasting about wealth, status, and unapologetic attraction. The song's core theme revolves around an intoxicating pursuit of physical beauty – specifically, women with imposing physiques – framed within the context of relentless street life and material success. Lines like “Body-ody shaped like Cola” and repeated references to specific girls named Fiona, Abiola, and Adeola establish a clear objectification of female figures, reducing them to desirable assets rather than complex individuals. The rapid-fire delivery and layered production create a sense of frantic urgency, mirroring the artists’ claimed immersion in a world of constant activity: “Still chattin' to my bros on the tech'," "still up on the roads," and boasts of significant savings (“I got more than a mill' in savings”) paint a picture of someone constantly engaged in both illicit activities and luxurious pursuits. Beyond simply celebrating wealth, the lyrics delve into a darker side – showcasing violent fantasies ("Python, hit him with a Cobra,” “When I punch man, it’s grievous”), territorial dominance (“Bossman in your gyal like God”), and a disregard for consequences. The inclusion of pop culture references—Freddy and Jason, Jeff Hardy, Ed Hardy—further amplifies this sense of chaotic excess and blurring the lines between reality and fantasy. Ultimately, "Body" isn't just about lust; it’s an assertion of power through material possessions and a raw expression of the drill aesthetic – a thrilling, if somewhat troubling, portrayal of ambition, violence, and the intoxicating allure of status within London’s urban landscape.

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