Lyrics AUTOMATIC (feat. Doe Boy & 42 Dugg) - BIA , 42 Dugg , Doe Boy

What is divine life?
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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 pus*y so I threw that sh*t in park
I′ll go cry inside a Lambo truck, can't f*ck him in no two-door
Bring your man a b*tch and he gon' ask you find him two more
I can teach you game for what these b*tches go to school for
See me with the same hoes, I don′t really f*ck with new whores
No
Tell that n*gga hurry, drop that bag on me (Tell that n*gga)
I like when he spendin′ all this cash on me (I like)
Crippin' ′cause I like them Chanel tags on me (Tеll that n*gga)
If he want a date, then spеnd that stash on me (Tell that n*gga)
Tell that n*gga hurry, drop that bag on me (Tell that n*gga)
I just got a clutch to hold this magazine (I like)
Pus*y good, it make him wanna spazz on me (Tell that n*gga)
So I know it's real, he got a tat of me (Tell that n*gga)
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, b*tch
I just drunk a fifth, girl, come get yo back broke
Girl that pus*y good, if ya cheat, might kick yo ass, ho
Shooters pull up sprayin', they gon′ blow in on demand
I just fell asleep inside yo ho, I'm off the Xan
Beefin with Doe Beezy, got a problem on your hands
Your boyfriend get to trippin', pull that chopper on your mans
I f*ck on pop stars now, b*tch, I′m hot as f*ck
You can′t get this di*k, b*tch, you not hot enough
N*gga say he want some smoke, but not poppin' up
Popped a lotta opps, still ain′t dropped enough
Just gettin' started
My youngins, they stupid, retarded
Spotted a opp in a party
Shoot his ass down, then we leave in a ′Rari
F*ck all my enemies
They ain't did sh*t to me
Ain′t no rapper, keep the blick on me
I secure, my security
Tell that n*gga hurry, drop that bag on me (Tell that n*gga)
I like when he spendin' all this cash on me (I like)
Crippin' ′cause I like them Chanel tags on me (Tell that n*gga)
If he want a date, then spend that stash on me (Tell that n*gga)
Tell that n*gga hurry, drop that bag on me (Tell that n*gga)
I just got a clutch to hold this magazine (I like)
Pus*y good, it make him wanna spazz on me (Tell that n*gga)
So I know it′s real, he got a tat of me (Tell that n*gga)
Don't got no b*tch on me, what the f*ck are you talkin′ 'bout?
Young, wild n*gga, I don′t cuff at all
B*tches stay in they feelings, can't f*ck ′em raw
You gon suck this di*k when I see ya
Got a million stashed I don't need ya (No cap)
Bought a million bags for these hoes
Still stressed out and alone (What else?)
1.5 on the (?) (Cash)
2.2 on the road (What else?)
Young turnt, n*gga, I'm goals
But ain′t sh*t without my bros
Can′t wait 'til (?) get home
Another day, n*gga, another dollar
Chanel, Givenchy, Gucci, Prada
I don′t purchase none of that sh*t, but I got it
East side, first n*gga from the hood on a G5
That was me, that was me