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

[Verse 1 -
done lost his mind (mind)
I I'm about to cross the line (line)
And me somethin that soft to find (find)
And hit it cause she swing right off the (oh)
You better me back, I told you that
I got enough to take your corners back
And I done took your freak, you want her
(Well you can have hooker, hooker, hooker) (c'mon)
I'm a dirty south nigga the VA streets (oh)
And this is how I over this here beat (uh huh)
And y'all don't wanna fuck with me
I don't care what y'all say, y'all with me (alright now)
Now I got the place (oh)
Timbaland and my shenanigan (oh)
And I put two in the sky (uh huh)
Like (woo)

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

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

[Verse 2 -
Hold me back, cause rap sell than crack
my funds, my guns, take my quarters back
Don't resist I will put on the track
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
face, the street is a car chase
Ew set, do what it take, to win the race
I erase my fear and don't
go to the bar and take your beer, bitch
Nigga, I must shit clear
Fuck around with Oo, I'll off your ear
You do the same, I fight 'til your slain
On right just to bite, I'm tryna a vein
And I put two in the sky
(da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da)

[Verse 3 - Sparxxx]
Sucker live in of the day that I'm focused
Slow as he appear, it's I own this
Realm of Southern rap despise to be competitive
North or northfolk, they is our negligence
Sure they bounce to 112, I make a note of what
Down here the men don't promote it, look at us fail
Fuck it, I'ma just tell the truth as I it
Most of think our shit is useless, believe it
But me I got a affair with all things Southern
The dirty is a territory y'all can't
We all ain't brothers, but this ain't the neither
And all our rap songs ain't for bouncers either
Let me hit the reefer, I forgot to be the
Little old country white boy, get to spittin
Don't let this shit deceive ya, cracker there crafty
I know you only me cause you have to stare at me (BITCH)

[humming

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