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j.barbzz - bring it back lyrics

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[verse 1: j.barbzz]
shut down the scene when i walk with the big dog
brum town bad boy, yogo a big boss
plug for the house prod, holla at nimrod
step with the sauce, old school like jim ross
see a blonde ting, big back with some thick locks
take on the uk then worldstarhiphop
slap every track, suttin like chris rock
club playing rm, i just l!cked six shots
yogez on a house ting, notice the problem
baddies in the club like “brodie you clocked ’em?”
down to the action, coming like bronson
bae’s gonna watch like i’m dwayne ‘rock’ johnson
putting in the work and i’m tryna get a lot done
ask for the smarties, know that i’ve got them
tings with the attitude, straight outta compton
team needs p’s like mayweather boxed ’em

[verse 2: big dog yogo]
big dargy, one man army
came up hungry, manaman starving
give gyal the back shot, leave gyal bawling
man go hard from night till morning
real real badman, backhand slap man
leave your head wrapped up like you’re an afghan
the rappers ain’t hard, pull up with nims and j.barbzz
mad man ting, we ain’t calm
dutty, wocky, psycho, nutty
eat up beats, i don’t eat kentucky
she don’t get f+cked if there ain’t no sucky
big dog ting, can’t take man for puppy
you can’t take man for eediat, manaman serious
deal with it fast cah manaman furious
bad b+tch kissing on her friend cah she curious
me and j.barbzz go delirious, you hear me darg?
[verse 3: j.barbzz]
swerving a raver, moves a bit froggy
i’m tryna stack paper, pass me a voddy
smoking on flavours, wrap the biscotti
shmurda a beat like my first name’s bobby
still iced out, never played with hockey
still stacking p’s to be rich like roddy
pockets all slim, need to be stocky
bro with the power, it’s like ghost and tommy
i smell tom ford in a rave or fiesta
big link up from brum town to leicester
every location’s a business venture
it gets a bit rocky, train like sylvester
body any house beat, put it on a stretcher
chasing the p’s, it’s a night to remember
lit like the summer, too cold like december
bro’s in the t, touched road, got a temper



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