(OW) (OH) (OW) (OH) (OW) (OH) Hmmmmm, (OW)
Make them like you used to make (oh) Now keep (oh) now keep movin (oh) them beats like you used to make (woo) (OOHHH), (c'mon)
[Verse 1 - Timbaland done his mind (mind) I think I'm about to the line (line) And me somethin that soft to find (find) And hit it cause she swing off the vine (oh) You better me back, I told you that I got enough heat to take your corners And I done took freak, you want her back (Well you can have hooker, hooker, hooker) (c'mon) I'm a dirty south nigga the VA streets (oh) And this is how I represent over here beat (uh huh) And don't really wanna 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 shenanigan (oh) And I put two in the sky (uh huh) da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da (woo)
You hold me back (oh) You hold me back (oh) You better me back Cause I'm of shenanigans
(Oh) You better me back (oh) You better hold me (oh) You better me back Cause I'm of shenanigans
[Verse 2 - Hold me back, cause rap more than crack Stack my funds, my guns, take my quarters Don't I will put heat on the track Matter of fact, we can it off of wax You and your team was livin the dream, somebody 'em I can't hold on these dreams 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 don't I'ma go to the bar and take beer, bitch Nigga, I make shit clear Fuck around with Oo, bite off your ear You do the same, I fight 'til 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 - Sparxxx] live in fear of the day that I'm focused Slow as he appear, it's clear I own Realm of rap that despise to be competitive North or northfolk, they jokes is our Sure bounce to 112, I make a note of what 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 love affair with all Southern The dirty is a territory y'all govern We all ain't brothers, but this ain't the neither And all our rap songs ain't for bouncers either Let me hit the reefer, 'fore I to be the Little old country boy, get to spittin ether Don't let this shit ya, that cracker there crafty I know you only heard me you have to stare at me (BITCH)
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