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

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

1 - Timbaland]
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 told you
I got enough to take your 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 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 care what y'all say, y'all stuck me (alright now)
Now I got the place (oh)
and my dirty shenanigan (oh)
And I put two in the sky (uh huh)
Like (woo)

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

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

[Verse 2 -
Hold me back, rap sell more than crack
my funds, my guns, take my quarters back
Don't resist I put heat on the track
Matter of fact, we can it off of wax
You and team was livin the dream, somebody shake 'em
I can't hold on these dreams they won't 'em
Fuck face, the street is a car
Ew set, do what it take, to win the race
I erase my fear and reappear
go to the bar and take your beer, bitch
Nigga, I must shit clear
Fuck around with Oo, I'll bite off ear
You better do the same, I '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 I own this
Realm of Southern rap 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 it, look at us fail
Fuck it, I'ma just tell the truth as I it
Most of them think our shit is useless, it
But me I got a love affair all things Southern
The dirty is a territory y'all can't
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, 'fore I to be the
Little old country boy, get to spittin ether
Don't let this shit deceive ya, that cracker there
I you only heard me cause you have to stare at me (BITCH)

[humming

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