(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 beats 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 right off the vine (oh) You hold me back, I told you that I got enough heat to take corners back And I done took your freak, you want her (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 wanna fuck with me I don't care what y'all say, y'all stuck 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 of shenanigans
(Oh) You hold 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 than crack 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 team was livin the dream, somebody shake 'em I can't hold on these dreams won't wake 'em Fuck face, the street is a car Ew dead set, do it take, to win the race I erase my and don't reappear I'ma go to the bar and your beer, bitch Nigga, I make shit clear Fuck around with Oo, I'll bite off ear You better do the same, I fight your slain 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 I'm focused Slow as he appear, it's I own this Realm of Southern rap despise to be competitive North or northfolk, they is our negligence Sure they bounce to 112, I make a note of what Down here the sign men don't promote it, at us fail Fuck it, I'ma just tell the truth as I it Most of think our shit is useless, believe it But me I got a love with all things Southern The dirty is a y'all can't govern We all ain't brothers, but this the bitches neither And all our rap songs for bouncers drinkin either Let me hit the reefer, I forgot to be the old country white boy, get to spittin ether Don't let this shit ya, that cracker there crafty I know you only me cause you have to stare at me (BITCH)
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