AUTOMATIC (Explicit)

AUTOMATIC (Explicit) - BIA/Doe Boy/42 Dugg

Lyrics by：Bianca Landrau

Composed by：Bianca Landrau

What is divine light

Bia bia

Aziz

Aziz

Bia bia

Push to start automatic parts

I don't even think I have a heart

Tin man BET 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 f**k him in no two-door two-door

Bring your man a b***h

And he gon' ask you find him two more two more

I can teach you game

For what these b***hes go to school for

See me with the same hoes

I don't really f**k with new whores whores no

Tell that n***a hurry drop that bag on me tell that n***a

I like when he spendin' all this cash

On me drop a bag drop a bag

I like crippin' 'cause I like them Chanel

Tags on me tell that n***a bia bia

If he want a date then spend

That stash on me tell that n***a

Tell that n***a hurry drop

That bag on me tell that n***a

I just got a clutch to hold

This magazine I like yeah yeah

P***y good it make him wanna

Spazz on me tell that n***a

So I know it's real he got a tat of me

True tell that n***a yeah

Doe Beezy got them racks

That's what they mad for Doe Beezy

If she act up kick her to the curb

Like my last ho b***h

I just drunk a fifth girl come get your back broke

Girl that P***y good if you cheat might kick your a*s ho

Shooters pull up sprayin' they gon'

Blowin' on demand ba-rah rah 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 ba-rah rah rah rah

I f**k on pop stars now b***h

I'm hot as f**k mwah mwah

You can't get this dick b***h you

Not hot enough well d**n

N***a say he want some smoke but not poppin' up

Popped a lotta opps yeah still

Ain't drop enough boom boom boom boom

Just gettin' started my youngins they stupid retarded grr

Spotted an opp in a party shoot his a*s down

Then we leave in a 'Rari skrrt

F**k all my enemies f**k all my enemies yeah yeah

They ain't did s**t to me they ain't did s**t to me

Ain't no rapper keep the blick on me Doe Beezy

I secure my security okay

Tell that n***a hurry drop that bag on me tell that n***a

I like when he spendin' all this cash on me

Drop a bag drop a bag

I like Crippin' 'cause I like them Chanel

Tags on me tell that n***a bia bia

If he want a date then spend that stash on me

Tell that n***a ay

Tell that n***a hurry drop that bag on me tell that n***a

I just got a clutch to hold this magazine I like

P***y good it make him wanna spazz on me

Tell that n***a d**n fool

So I know it's real he got a tat of me

True tell that n***a

Don't got no b***h on me

What the f**k are you talkin' 'bout

Not me

Young wild n***a I don't cuff at all

B***hes stay in they feelings

Can't f**k 'em raw at all

You gon' suck this dick when I see you you dig

Got a million stashed I don't need you no cap

Bought a million bags for these hoes b***h

Still stressed out and alone what else

One point five from the phone cash

Two point two on the road what else

Young turnt n***a I'm goals yeah

But I ain't s**t without my bros

Can't wait 'til y'all get home

Another day n***a another dollar

Chanel Givenchy Gucci Prada

I don't purchase none of that s**t but I got it

East side first n***a from the hood on a G5

That was me that was me