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Hmmmmm
OW
OH
Hmmmmm
OW
OH
Hmmmmm
OW
OH
Hmmmmm c'mon
OW
Make them beats like you used to make
Oh
Now keep movin
Oh
Now keep movin
Oh
Make them beats like you used to make
Woo
OOHHH
C'mon
Timbaland done lost his mind
Mind
I think I'm about to cross the line
Line
And find me somethin that soft to find
Find
And hit it cause she swing right off the vine
Oh
You better hold me back I told you that
I got enough heat to take your corners back
And I done took your freak you want her back
Well you can have that hooker hooker hooker
C'mon
I'm a dirty south n***a from the VA streets
Oh
And this is how I represent over this here beat
Uh huh
And y'all don't really wanna f**k with me
I don't care what y'all say y'all stuck with me
Alright now
Now I got the place panicin
Oh
Timbaland and my dirty shenanigan
Oh
And I might put two in the sky
Uh huh
Like da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da
Woo
You better hold me back
Oh
You better hold me back
Oh
You better hold me back
Cause I'm full of shenanigans
Oh
You better hold me back
Oh
You better hold me back
Oh
You better hold me back
Cause I'm full of shenanigans
Hold me back cause rap sell more than crack
Stack my funds my guns take my quarters back
Don't resist I will put heat on the track
Matter of fact we can take it off of wax
You and your team was livin the dream somebody shake 'em
I can't hold on these dreams they won't wake 'em
F**k face the street is a car chase
Ew dead set do what it take to win the race
I erase my fear and don't reappear
I'mma go to the bar and take your beer b***h
N***a I must make s**t clear
F**k around with Oo I'll bite off your ear
You better do the same I fight 'til your slain
On right just to bite I'm tryna sever a vein
And I might put two in the sky
Like
Da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da
Sucker live in fear of the day that I'm focused
Slow as he appear it's clear I own this
Realm of Southern rap that despise to be competitive
North or northfolk they jokes is our negligence
Sure they bounce to 112 I make a note of what sells
Down here the sign men don't promote it look at us fail
F**k it I'mma just tell the truth as I perceive it
Most of them think our s**t is useless believe it
But me I got a love affair with all things Southern
The dirty is a territory y'all can't govern
We all ain't brothers but this ain't the B*****s neither
And all our rap songs ain't for bouncers drinkin either
Let me hit the ** 'fore I forgot to be the
Little old country white boy get to spittin ether
Don't let this s**t deceive ya that cracker there crafty
I know you only heard me cause you have to stare at me
B***h
*humming continues*
Full of shenanigans