(OW) (OH) (OW) (OH) (OW) (OH) Hmmmmm, (OW)
Make them like you used to make (oh) Now keep (oh) now keep movin (oh) Make them beats like you 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 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 heat to take corners back And I done took your freak, you want her (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 over this beat (uh huh) And don't really wanna fuck with me I don't care what y'all say, 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) da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da (woo)
You better hold me (oh) You better hold me (oh) You better me back I'm full of shenanigans
(Oh) You better hold me (oh) You hold me back (oh) You better hold me Cause I'm of shenanigans
[Verse 2 - Hold me back, cause rap sell more than Stack my funds, my guns, 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 livin the dream, shake 'em I can't on these dreams they won't wake 'em face, the street is a car chase Ew set, do what 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 make clear around with Oo, I'll bite off your ear You better do the same, I fight 'til slain On right just to bite, I'm sever a vein And I put two in the sky (da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da)
[Verse 3 - Bubba live 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 note of sells here the sign men don't promote it, look at us fail Fuck it, I'ma tell the truth as I perceive it of them think our shit is useless, believe it But me I got a love affair with all things The dirty is a territory y'all govern We all ain't brothers, but this ain't the neither And all our rap songs ain't for bouncers drinkin Let me hit the reefer, I forgot to be the Little old country white boy, get to ether Don't let this deceive ya, that cracker there crafty I know you heard me cause you have to stare at me (BITCH)
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