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

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

[Verse 1 -
Timbaland done his mind (mind)
I think I'm to cross the line (line)
And find me somethin that soft to (find)
And hit it cause she swing off the vine (oh)
You hold me back, I told you that
I got enough heat to take your back
And I done your freak, you want her back
(Well you can have hooker, hooker, hooker) (c'mon)
I'm a dirty south from the VA streets (oh)
And this is how I over this here beat (uh huh)
And y'all don't really fuck with me
I don't care 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)
Like (woo)

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

(Oh) You better hold me (oh)
You better hold me (oh)
You better hold me
Cause I'm full of

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

[Verse 3 - Sparxxx]
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, jokes is our negligence
Sure they bounce to 112, I make a note of sells
Down here the sign men don't promote it, look at us
it, I'ma just tell the truth as I perceive it
Most of them think our shit is useless, it
But me I got a affair with all things Southern
The dirty is a territory y'all can't
We all ain't brothers, but this ain't the bitches
And all our rap songs for bouncers drinkin either
Let me hit the reefer, I forgot to be the
Little old country white boy, get to spittin
Don't let this shit deceive ya, that there crafty
I know you heard me cause you have to stare at me (BITCH)

[humming

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