(OW) (OH) (OW) (OH) (OW) (OH) Hmmmmm, (OW)
Make them beats you used to make (oh) Now keep movin (oh) now keep (oh) them beats like you used to make (woo) (OOHHH), (c'mon)
[Verse 1 - done lost his mind (mind) I think I'm about to the line (line) And find me somethin soft to find (find) And hit it cause she swing off the vine (oh) You better me back, I told you that I got enough heat to take your corners And I done took freak, you want her back (Well you can have hooker, hooker, hooker) (c'mon) I'm a dirty south from the VA streets (oh) And this is how I represent over this beat (uh huh) And y'all don't wanna fuck with me I don't what y'all say, y'all 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 hold me back (oh) You better me back (oh) You better me back Cause I'm 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, rap sell more than crack Stack my funds, my guns, take my back Don't resist I will put heat on the Matter of fact, we can it off of wax You and team was livin the dream, somebody shake 'em I can't on these dreams they won't wake 'em Fuck face, the street is a car Ew set, do what it take, to win the race I erase my fear and reappear I'ma go to the bar and take your beer, Nigga, I must make shit Fuck 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 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, it's clear I own 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 sells here the sign men don't promote it, look at us fail Fuck it, I'ma just the truth as I perceive it Most of 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 brothers, but this ain't the bitches 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 ether Don't let this shit deceive ya, that cracker crafty I know you heard me cause you have to stare at me (BITCH)
[humming
... of shenanigans