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

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

1 - Timbaland]
Timbaland done 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 you that
I got enough heat to take your corners
And I done took freak, you want her back
(Well you can that hooker, hooker, hooker) (c'mon)
I'm a dirty south from the VA streets (oh)
And this is how I represent over here beat (uh huh)
And y'all don't wanna fuck with me
I care what y'all say, y'all stuck with me (alright now)
Now I got the panicin (oh)
Timbaland and my shenanigan (oh)
And I put two in the sky (uh huh)
Like (woo)

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

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

2 - Magoo]
Hold me back, rap sell more than crack
Stack my funds, my guns, take my quarters
Don't resist I will put heat on the
Matter of fact, we can it off of wax
You and your team was livin the dream, somebody 'em
I can't hold on these dreams they won't 'em
Fuck face, the street is a car
Ew dead set, do it take, to win the race
I my fear and don't reappear
I'ma go to the bar and take your beer,
Nigga, I must make shit
Fuck around Oo, I'll bite 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 live in fear of the day I'm focused
as he appear, it's clear I own this
Realm of Southern rap that to be competitive
North or northfolk, they jokes is our
Sure they bounce to 112, I make a note of what
here the sign men don't promote it, look at us fail
Fuck it, I'ma just tell the as I perceive it
Most of think our shit is useless, believe it
But me I got a love with all things Southern
The is a territory y'all can't govern
We all brothers, but this ain't the bitches 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 only heard me you have to stare at me (BITCH)

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... of shenanigans