Correction Lyrics 10:20 At The Lab by 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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