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    Romeo Bring It To The Back (Bow Wow Diss) текст песни

    Bring It To The Back (Bow Wow Diss)

    [Intro:]

    Come here little fella

    Where you goin

    I wont bite you

    Ha ha

    Those little dogs are somethin arent they

    They think there big then they run away from you

    Well I got somethin for you little fella

    Come here

    [Hook:]

    We can bring it we can bring it to the back dog

    We can bring it we can bring it to the back dog

    We can bring it we can bring it to the back dog

    We can bring it we can bring it to the back dog

    You dont want none knuck if you buck bro

    You dont want none knuck if you buck bro

    You dont want none knuck if you buck bro

    You dont want none knuck if you buck bro

    [Verse:]

    Hey Im a pimp, walk wit a limp

    Down South country boy and you know him

    Kinda throwed off crazy in the head a little

    Boy you’ll never make it dey been sayin that since I was little

    Little Master P, Im always be

    Money out castin chicks every day of the week

    Im the dog catcher thats why your girl left yea

    You should have stayed on the leash you look much better

    And I aint about stuntin its all real

    But if you keep yappin you gon need a new grill

    And why turn you white shirt all Burgundy

    If you a real man take it to the ring wit me

    [Hook]

    [Verse:]

    Kill is in my blood, nothin but thugs

    So when I roll through your hood Gs show me love

    And I aint have to hustle Well maybe just a little

    But Im the son of a rapper I make riddles

    My pockets real fat lookin like Puffy Pack

    Got the china dog layin up in the Lack

    Baby Shaq thats what I call those

    Im in a phantom you’s in a Volvo

    Im a Pit Bull, you just a little poodle

    You seem hard but you soften up like noodles

    You think your real tough well take it to the gutta

    Its all good go get permission from your mother

    [Hook]

    [Verse:]

    Hey I dont like rappers cause most dudes fake

    They always have a wish never blew that cake

    See me Im different been there and done it

    I aint gotta play hard thats why I got my cousins

    Make my own beats different chicks every week

    You aint gotta play kids love me in the streets

    Im a hood star, or an urban legend

    Always hear about me but never see a legend

    All black tinted, when I roll by

    Your girl here wit me she aint got it ha

    But enough jokes this aint the late show

    I aint tryin here if yea aint talkin though

    [Hook x2]



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