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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)
them beats like you used to make (woo)
(OOHHH), (c'mon)

[Verse 1 -
done lost his mind (mind)
I I'm about to cross the line (line)
And find me somethin that soft to (find)
And hit it cause she right off the vine (oh)
You better hold me back, I you that
I got enough heat to take corners back
And I done took your freak, you her back
(Well you can that hooker, hooker, hooker) (c'mon)
I'm a dirty 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 care y'all say, y'all stuck with me (alright now)
Now I got the panicin (oh)
Timbaland and my dirty (oh)
And I put two in the sky (uh huh)
Like (woo)

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

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

2 - Magoo]
Hold me back, cause rap sell more than
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 your team was the dream, somebody shake 'em
I can't hold on these dreams they wake 'em
Fuck face, the street is a car
Ew dead set, do what it take, to win the
I erase my and don't reappear
go to the bar and take your beer, bitch
Nigga, I must shit clear
Fuck around 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 of the day that I'm focused
as he appear, it's clear I own this
Realm of Southern rap that despise to be
North or northfolk, they jokes is our
they bounce to 112, I make a note of what sells
Down the sign men don't promote it, look at us fail
Fuck it, I'ma just tell the truth as I it
of them think our shit is useless, believe it
But me I got a affair with all things Southern
The dirty is a territory y'all govern
We all brothers, but this ain't the bitches neither
And all our rap songs ain't for 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 heard me cause you have to stare at me (BITCH)

[humming

... of shenanigans