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10:20 At The Lab
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Birdman
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Huh, yeah This is a J. Johnson production Huh, aye, I be everywhere with Glocky on me, I'm in love with it I'm in love with pape, jacks, and fraud, no, I can't love a b*t*h Woke up in the morning, caught a flight like f**k the oven mitt Woke up in the morning calling Hutch, you know I'm coming kit Crib, stu', sh*t, any f**king where, you know the blick around Bartending, when I catch the opps, shots getting sent around Love Amazon like when I punch, I know it shipping out Ain't believe in Santa Claus back then but, b*t*h, I'm gifted now I'm with Bando at the lab, twenty past ten Told her turn around just like a truck and come and back in They gon' lеt us in the backdoor, I snuck the MAG in Ran up on him then hе froze up, he was lagging We'll treat the beat just like it's ping-pong She keep saying "Groove" is her theme song Tron keep coughing 'cause the weed strong He gon' get shot, keep thinking that he King Kong Online, jabbing everything, I feel like Roy Jones Pull up shooting, blazing, I'ma get my [?] on 7.62s, .223s, you can't avoid those Won't acknowledge what the f**k he saying 'cause that boy broke Off-White on me, it was free, I got it off the fire Had to turn around in KY, b*t*h done lost my writer Sleeve Nash with Stan dunking chips like he Stottlemeyer Two years ago I was somewhere doing fraud in Meijer's I'm a cheater and a scammer but I ain't a liar, boo If Wally's don't got not giffies in then I know Meijer's do BIN heat like I hope the chip reader fireproof Throw a hundred at me, I can hit you with a site or two Somewhere grabbing jacks, showed my ass like I'm Bam Margera f**k the opps, I'll hit yo b*t*h and I'll scam yo parents Apple this and that, I ain't never been no fan of carrots Looking mighty hard, might f**k around and get you blam for staring The winter time the only time this n***a grind Kinda feel like Nemo, always hard to find I don't keep change but, yes, I got a dime Looking in the mirror like they hate me 'cause I really shine Think we finna fight? I'll up the stick like, n***a, fight these She been twerking for a damn hour, she got nice knees I'ma put yo knees up to yo chest just like it's high knees Know that sh*t exotic when it got you looking Chinese Foreign drip got me walking 'round looking European Tryna race to an M but we gon' be the first to see it When I drop a forty-one, the caption gon' be "German Jesus" So much horse power in this Vert, this b*t*h'll burn a demon Twenty jacks stacked, turn 'em in, cash a Scat Pack Twenty SSNs and DOBs, entire pack smacked This some turtle pie, you got some stems, we can't match thrax Hardbody, touchdown with it like a half-back
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