(OW) (OH) (OW) (OH) (OW) (OH) Hmmmmm, (OW)
Make beats like you used to make (oh) Now keep movin (oh) now movin (oh) Make them beats like you used to (woo) (OOHHH), (c'mon)
[Verse 1 - done lost his mind (mind) I think I'm about to the line (line) And find me somethin that soft to (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 your freak, you her back (Well you can have hooker, hooker, hooker) (c'mon) I'm a south nigga from the VA streets (oh) And this is how I represent this here beat (uh huh) And y'all really wanna fuck 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 shenanigan (oh) And I put two in the sky (uh huh) Like (woo)
You hold me back (oh) You hold me back (oh) You better me back Cause I'm full of
(Oh) You hold me back (oh) You better hold me (oh) You better me back I'm full of shenanigans
[Verse 2 - Hold me back, cause rap more than crack Stack my funds, my guns, my quarters back Don't I will put heat on the track 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 face, the street is a car chase Ew dead set, do it take, to win the race I erase my and don't reappear I'ma go to the bar and take beer, bitch Nigga, I must make clear Fuck with Oo, I'll bite off your 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 fear of the day that I'm Slow as he appear, it's clear I own Realm of Southern rap despise to be competitive or northfolk, they jokes is our negligence Sure they 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 all things Southern The dirty is a y'all can't govern We all brothers, but this ain't the bitches neither And all our rap songs ain't for bouncers drinkin Let me hit the reefer, I forgot to be the Little old white boy, get to spittin ether let this shit deceive ya, that cracker there crafty I know you only heard me cause you to stare at me (BITCH)
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