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

Make them beats like you used to (oh)
Now keep (oh) now keep movin (oh)
Make them beats like you 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 soft to find (find)
And hit it cause she swing off the vine (oh)
You hold me back, I told you that
I got enough heat to take corners back
And I took your freak, you want her back
(Well you can have hooker, hooker, hooker) (c'mon)
I'm a dirty nigga from the VA streets (oh)
And is how I represent over this here beat (uh huh)
And y'all don't really fuck with me
I care what y'all say, y'all stuck with me (alright now)
Now I got the place (oh)
Timbaland and my dirty (oh)
And I put two in the sky (uh huh)
Like (woo)

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

(Oh) You hold 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 more crack
Stack my funds, my guns, my quarters back
Don't I will put heat on the track
of fact, we can take it off of wax
You and your was livin the dream, somebody shake 'em
I can't hold on these dreams won't wake 'em
Fuck face, the street is a car
Ew dead set, do 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 your
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 fear of the day I'm focused
Slow as he appear, it's I own this
Realm of Southern rap that to be competitive
North or northfolk, they jokes is our
they bounce to 112, I make a note of what sells
Down here the sign men don't promote it, look at us
Fuck it, I'ma just tell the as I perceive it
Most of them think our shit is useless, it
But me I got a affair with all things Southern
The is a territory y'all can't govern
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
old country white boy, get to spittin ether
Don't let this deceive ya, that cracker there crafty
I you only heard me cause you have to stare at me (BITCH)

[humming

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