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(OW) (OH)
(OW) (OH)
(OW) (OH)
Hmmmmm, (OW)

Make them like you used to make (oh)
Now movin (oh) now keep movin (oh)
Make them beats like you used to (woo)
(OOHHH), (c'mon)

[Verse 1 -
Timbaland lost his mind (mind)
I think I'm to cross the line (line)
And find me somethin soft to find (find)
And hit it cause she swing right off the (oh)
You better hold me back, I you that
I got enough to take your corners back
And I done your freak, you want her back
(Well you can that hooker, hooker, hooker) (c'mon)
I'm a dirty nigga from the VA streets (oh)
And this is how I represent over this here (uh huh)
And y'all don't really fuck with me
I don't what y'all say, y'all stuck with me (alright now)
Now I got the panicin (oh)
Timbaland and my dirty (oh)
And I put two in the sky (uh huh)
Like (woo)

You hold me back (oh)
You hold me back (oh)
You hold me back
Cause I'm of shenanigans

(Oh) You better me back (oh)
You better me back (oh)
You better me back
I'm full of shenanigans

[Verse 2 -
Hold me back, cause rap sell more than
my funds, my guns, take my quarters back
Don't resist I will put heat on the
of fact, we can take it off of wax
You and your team was livin the dream, somebody 'em
I can't on these dreams they won't wake 'em
Fuck face, the is a car chase
Ew dead set, do what it take, to win the
I erase my fear and reappear
I'ma go to the bar and take beer, bitch
Nigga, I must make shit
Fuck around with Oo, I'll off your ear
You better do the same, I fight 'til your
On just to bite, I'm tryna sever a vein
And I put two in the sky
(da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da)

[Verse 3 - Bubba
Sucker live in fear of the day that I'm
Slow as he appear, it's I own this
Realm of Southern rap that despise to be
or northfolk, they jokes is our negligence
Sure they to 112, I make a note of what sells
here the sign men don't promote it, look at us fail
Fuck it, I'ma tell the truth as I perceive it
Most of them our shit is useless, believe it
But me I got a affair with all things Southern
The is a territory y'all can't govern
We all brothers, but this ain't the bitches neither
And all our rap songs ain't for drinkin either
Let me hit the reefer, 'fore I to be the
Little old country boy, get to spittin ether
Don't let shit deceive ya, that cracker there crafty
I know you heard me cause you have to stare at me (BITCH)

[humming

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