(OW) (OH) (OW) (OH) (OW) (OH) Hmmmmm, (OW)
Make them beats like you used to (oh) Now keep movin (oh) now keep (oh) Make them like you used to make (woo) (OOHHH), (c'mon)
[Verse 1 - Timbaland done lost his (mind) I I'm about to cross the line (line) And me somethin that soft to find (find) And hit it cause she swing off the vine (oh) You better hold me back, I you that I got enough to take your corners back And I done took your freak, you her back (Well you can that hooker, hooker, hooker) (c'mon) I'm a dirty south nigga from the VA (oh) And this is how I represent over this here (uh huh) And y'all don't really wanna with me I don't what y'all say, y'all stuck with me (alright now) Now I got the place (oh) Timbaland and my dirty (oh) And I put two in the sky (uh huh) da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da (woo)
You better me back (oh) You hold me back (oh) You better hold me Cause I'm full of
(Oh) You better me back (oh) You better me back (oh) You better hold me Cause I'm of shenanigans
2 - Magoo] Hold me back, cause rap sell more than Stack my funds, my guns, take my back Don't resist I will put on the track Matter of fact, we can it off of wax You and your team was the dream, somebody shake 'em I can't hold on these dreams they won't 'em face, the street is a car chase Ew dead set, do it take, to win the race I erase my fear and reappear I'ma go to the bar and take your beer, Nigga, I must shit clear Fuck around with Oo, I'll bite off ear You do the same, I fight 'til your slain On right just to bite, I'm tryna sever a And I put two in the sky (da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da)
[Verse 3 - Bubba Sucker live in of the day that I'm focused Slow as he appear, clear I own this of Southern rap that despise to be competitive North or northfolk, they jokes is our Sure they bounce to 112, I make a of what sells Down here the men don't promote it, look at us fail Fuck it, I'ma just tell the truth as I it Most of them our shit is useless, believe it But me I got a love affair all things Southern The is a territory y'all can't govern We all ain't brothers, but ain't the bitches neither And all our rap songs for bouncers drinkin either Let me hit the reefer, I forgot to be the Little old country boy, get to spittin ether Don't let this shit deceive ya, cracker there crafty I know you only heard me cause you to stare at me (BITCH)
[humming
... of shenanigans