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

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

[Verse 1 -
Timbaland done his mind (mind)
I I'm about to cross the line (line)
And find me that soft to find (find)
And hit it cause she swing right off the (oh)
You better hold me back, I you that
I got enough to take your corners back
And I done took your freak, you her back
(Well you can have hooker, hooker, hooker) (c'mon)
I'm a dirty south nigga from the VA (oh)
And this is how I represent this here beat (uh huh)
And y'all don't really wanna fuck me
I don't care what y'all say, y'all with me (alright now)
Now I got the panicin (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 hold me back
Cause I'm full of

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

[Verse 2 -
Hold me back, cause rap sell than crack
my funds, my guns, take my quarters back
Don't I will put heat on the track
of fact, we can take it off of wax
You and your team was livin the dream, shake 'em
I hold on these dreams they won't wake 'em
face, the street is a car chase
Ew dead set, do it take, to win the race
I erase my fear and reappear
I'ma go to the bar and take your beer,
Nigga, I must make shit
Fuck around with Oo, I'll off your ear
You better do the same, I fight 'til 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 - Sparxxx]
Sucker in fear of the day that I'm focused
Slow as he appear, clear I own this
of Southern rap that despise to be competitive
North or northfolk, jokes is our negligence
Sure they bounce to 112, I make a of what sells
Down the sign men don't promote it, look at us fail
Fuck it, I'ma 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 territory y'all govern
We all ain't brothers, but this ain't the bitches
And all our rap ain't for bouncers drinkin either
Let me hit the reefer, I forgot to be the
Little old country boy, get to spittin ether
Don't let this deceive ya, that cracker there crafty
I you only heard me cause you have to stare at me (BITCH)

[humming

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