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

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

1 - Timbaland]
Timbaland 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 right off the vine (oh)
You better me back, I told you that
I got enough to take your corners back
And I done took your freak, you her back
(Well you can that hooker, hooker, hooker) (c'mon)
I'm a dirty south nigga the VA streets (oh)
And is how I represent over this here beat (uh huh)
And don't really wanna fuck with me
I care what y'all say, y'all stuck with me (alright now)
Now I got the panicin (oh)
and my dirty 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
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 -
me back, cause rap sell more than crack
Stack my funds, my guns, my quarters back
Don't I will put heat on the track
Matter of fact, we can it off of wax
You and your was livin the dream, somebody shake 'em
I can't hold on these they won't wake 'em
Fuck face, the street is a car
Ew dead set, do it take, to win the race
I erase my fear and don't
I'ma go to the bar and 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]
Sucker in fear of the day that I'm focused
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 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 with all things
The is a territory y'all can't govern
We all ain't brothers, but this the bitches neither
And all our rap songs for bouncers drinkin either
Let me hit the reefer, 'fore I to be the
old country white boy, get to spittin ether
Don't let this deceive ya, that cracker there crafty
I know you only me cause you have to stare at me (BITCH)

[humming

... of shenanigans