AUTOMATIC歌词

作词 : Bianca Landrau/Abdul Aziz Dieng/Cotrell Dennard/Dion Hayes
作曲 : Bianca Landrau/Abdul Aziz Dieng/Cotrell Dennard/Dion Hayes
What is divine light?
BIA-BIA
Aziz
BIA-BIA
Push to start, automatic parts
I don't even think I have a heart
Tin Man, B.E.T after dark
Dance emoji like I popped a narc
He was feelin' on this p***y, so I threw that s**t in park
I'll go cry inside a Lambo truck, can't **** him in no two-door
Bring your man a ***** and he gon' ask you find him two more
I can teach you game for what these ******* go to school for
See me with the same hoes, I don't really **** with new whores
No

Tell that nigga hurry, drop that bag on me (Tell that nigga)
I like when he spendin' all this cash on me (I like)
Crippin' 'cause I like them Chanel tags on me (Tell that nigga)
If hе want a date, then spend that stash on mе (Tell that nigga)
Tell that nigga hurry, drop that bag on me (Tell that nigga)
I just got a clutch to hold this magazine (I like)
***** good, it make him wanna spazz on me (Tell that nigga)
So I know it's real, he got a tat of me (Tell that nigga)

Yeah
Doe Bizzy got them racks, that's what they mad for
If she act up, kick her to the curb like my last ho, *****
I just drunk a fifth, girl, come get your back broke
Girl, that ***** good, if you cheat, might kick your ass, ho
Shooters pull up sprayin', they gon' blowin' on demand (Rrah, rah, rah)
I just fell asleep inside your ho, I'm off the Xan (Let's go, let's go)
You deal with Doe Beezy, got a problem on your hands (Doe Beezy)
Your boyfriend get to trippin', pull that chopper on your mans (Rah, rah, rah)
I **** on pop stars now, *****, I'm hot as **** (Mwah, mwah)
You can't get this ****, *****, you not hot enough (Well, damn)
Nigga say he want some smoke, but not poppin' up
Popped a lotta opps, still ain't drop enough (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
Just gettin' started
My youngins, they stupid retarded (Grrr)
Spotted an opp in a party
Shoot his ass down, then we leave in a 'Rari (Skrrt)
**** all my enemies (**** all my enemies)
They ain't did shit to me
Ain't no rapper, keep the blick on me
I secure my security (Oh, really)

Tell that nigga hurry, drop that bag on me (Tell that nigga)
I like when he spendin' all this cash on me (I like)
Crippin' 'cause I like them Chanel tags on me (Tell that nigga)
If he want a date, then spend that stash on me (Tell that nigga)
Tell that nigga hurry, drop that bag on me (Tell that nigga)
I just got a clutch to hold this magazine (I like)
***** good, it make him wanna spazz on me (Tell that nigga)
So I know it's real, he got a tat of me (Tell that nigga)

Don't got no ***** on me, what the **** are you talkin' 'bout? (Not me)
Young, wild nigga, I don't cuff at all
******* stay in they feelings, can't **** 'em raw (At all)
You gon' suck this **** when I see you
Got a million stashed, I don't need you (No cap)
Bought a million bags for these hoes
Still stressed out and alone (What else?)
One point five from the phone (Cash)
Two point two on the road (What else?)
Young turnt, nigga, I'm goals
But I ain't shit without my bros
Can't wait 'til y'all get home
Another day, nigga, another dollar
Chanel, Givenchy, Gucci, Prada
I don't purchase none of that shit, but I got it
East side, first nigga from the hood on a G5
That was me, that was me