Timbaland

Scheming for no reason
On the scene, I keep the fire
Background hitting, once I pull it
Make it la, la, la, la, la, la
I know what you thinking, baby
Know I try, try, try
Way too many nights, alone

Baby girl (uh-huh)
I'm the man from the Midwest Grave (grey)
Won't you come play 'round my way? (Uh-huh)
And listen to what I gotta say

Feeling something like mystery, the way I trick a bitch (yeah)
Dead man making history, every time I flip that switch (what?)
Forward-thinking was a nine-to-five, dead bitch, I'm clocking in
Fuck Eric Sparrow and those Hawaiian tapes, bi- bitch I'm dropping in, in, in

Bitch, you knocking on the wrong door, I got something for ya
Trick or treat, bitch, we eat pussies, acting like they know us
Don't be sweet, talk is cheap, so I gotta check your balance
If he deep in the red, no, you cannot come around us (no)

Baby girl (uh-huh)
I'm the man from the Midwest Grave (grey)
Won't you come play 'round my way? (Uh-huh)
And listen to what I gotta say



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Writer(s): O'connor Elmo Kennedy
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