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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Sowdy
Sowdy
Stimme und Gesang
K Tha Sovereign
K Tha Sovereign
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Isaac Sowden
Isaac Sowden
Komponist:in
Isaac Thok
Isaac Thok
Komponist:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Sowdy
Sowdy
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Lyrics

Bring the dogs out, dogs out, dogs outside We can't hear that talk, la-la-la Bring the dogs out, dogs out, no lie Bring the dogs out, dogs out, canine King know to keep it a G Southside legend, want smoke with the chief Better play with your nuts, 'fore you playing with me Got niggas between that'll see you for free Nah I ain't talking buddy boys Don't wan' connect with the brother boys From the sandbox and we bring a lot of toys Too deep in the whip smoking hella But we move in discreet, not a lot of noise Step too tough leave cracks in the floor Two different games, how you talking bout score Keep telling me, K, you be doing the most I over achieve boy, I'll prolly do more Watch out I'm a guest in the north, but I still brings the dogs out Wireless plugs, I ain't gotta bring the cords out One bad move bring the paws out It's been a minute since I seen a loss It ain't my fault that I feel like a boss Burberry jacket, you feel like you cheesin' em Hoodie from Lowe's, but they still got the keys in em Ready to buck Imma take it way back, when we was running a muck Had brothers and sisters and cousins in gutter Their mothers ain't bless em or show em no love No I never need reason I give a fuck who drops, boy, it's still my season Work too hard, but I make it look easy Shine! you already know who the team is Bring the dogs out, dogs out, dogs outside We can't hear that talk, la-la-la Bring the dogs out, dogs out, no lie Bring the dogs out, dogs out, canine Bring the dogs out, dogs out, outside We can't hear all that chat, la-la-la Bring the dogs out, dogs out, no lie Bring the dogs out, dogs out, canine You know when the dawgs out True canine, I got blood on my paws now We was running them cats out I know killer, know dealer, know junky in crack house White boy in the trap house 11 smoking zoots, but I never touch shit now Round the vermin we spit rounds Ain't concerned with the words, when you leak out your damn mouth I ain't have to touch a brick boy Ain't gon' hit you with a stick boy I ain't gotta sell them sticks boy Coz I'm the plug, stay cooking up them hits boy How I'm so good with the hoes And tight with the dogs Bitch do the math, I'm connected to all Up in her crib and she gripping my balls A dog gon' be a dog, so don't trip at all I'm always gon' be there for my dawg when they fall You always gon' cling to the next thing you saw You ain't use your head, or your heart, you a fraud We planting the seeds, to run our own shit We bringing the dogs, through the doors of that bitch Bring the dogs out, dogs out, dogs outside We can't hear that talk, la-la-la Bring the dogs out, dogs out, no lie Bring the dogs out, dogs out, canine Bring the dogs out, dogs out, outside We can't hear all that chat, la-la-la Bring the dogs out, dogs out, no lie Bring the dogs out, dogs out, canine
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