paroles de chanson Automatic - Rich The Kid , YoungBoy Never Broke Again
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All
these
foreigns
automatic
They
know
where
we
come
from,
now
they
see
us
livin'
lavish
And
I
done
fell
in
love
with
all
this
money,
I
wan'
marry
it
My
niggas
in
the
feds,
they
almost
had
it,
they
was
grabbin'
it
Fresher
than
a
manneq'
All
this
money
make
you
panic
She
don't
wanna
lose
her
soul
All
for
these
racks,
she
let
me
have
it
I
bring
them
cars
out,
nigga
I
made
it
straight
up
out
them
trenches
Ever
since,
go
all
out
winnin'
VVS's
in
all
our
pendants
I
gave
shawty
Chanel
filled
with
Bеnjis
I
ain't
know
she'll
ball
out
and
spend
it
When
I
see
it,
no
waitin',
I'm
divin'
in
it
If
you
want
it,
you
got
it,
don't
do
thе
lendin'
In
the
back
of
the
'Bach
with
the
richest
linen
I
got
fifty,
nothin'
less
stickin'
out
the
glizzy
Got
the
latest
Goyard
with
them
bodies
in
it
From
the
front
of
the
yard,
I
could
dot
a
nigga
From
the
top
of
the
bleed,
I
could
spot
a
nigga
You
know
that
I'm
on
it,
you
know
that
I'm
holdin'
it
Ain't
no
way,
and
if
you
play,
I'ma
pop
a
nigga
I
ain't
doin'
no
time,
forever
I'm
chosen
Quit
throwin'
them
B's
with
a
hundred
pistols
But
Quando
my
nigga,
forever
we
rollin'
I'm
twenty
right
now,
been
inside
the
system
I
done
ran
it
way
up,
nigga,
I'm
fully
loaded
Bitch,
I
pull
up,
nigga
Fresher
than
a
manneq'
(Oh,
oh,
oh)
All
this
money
make
you
panic
(Oh,
oh,
oh)
She
don't
wanna
lose
her
soul
All
for
these
racks,
She
let
me
have
it
(She
let
me
have
it,
let
me
have
it)
All
these
foreigns
automatic
('Matic)
They
know
where
we
come
from,
now
they
see
us
livin'
lavish
And
I
done
fell
in
love
with
all
This
money,
I
wan'
marry
it
(Marry
it)
My
niggas
in
the
feds,
They
almost
had
it,
they
was
grabbin'
it
(Grabbin'
it,
woo)
Money
automatic,
racks,
I
gotta
have
it
(Racks)
Talk
about
the
cash,
I'm
a
fuckin'
addict
(What?)
And
your
bitch
on
my
dick,
she
a
dick
fanatic
She
flexible,
just
might
be
acrobatic
(Flexible)
I'ma
ball
out
with
it
(Ball
out)
Don't
need
the
rubber,
she
comin'
with
it
(Comin'
with
it)
She
a
freaky-ass
bitch,
let
three
hit
it
(Three
hit
it)
Pull
up
in
the
Lamb',
that's
three-fifty
(No
cap)
All
these
foreigns
in
my
yard,
she
gon'
fuck
me
in
the
car
'Cause
she
know
that
I'm
a
sta-a-a-ar
Kill
the
pussy,
I'ma
stab
it
(Stab
it)
See
the
money,
gotta
grab
it
(Woo)
You
do
too
much
hatin',
that's
a
bad
habit
(Rich)
Fresher
than
a
manneq'
(Oh,
oh,
oh)
All
this
money
make
you
panic
(Oh,
oh,
oh)
She
don't
wanna
lose
her
soul
All
for
these
racks,
She
let
me
have
it
(She
let
me
have
it,
let
me
have
it)
All
these
foreigns
automatic
They
know
where
we
come
from,
now
they
see
us
livin'
lavish
(Lavish)
And
I
done
fell
in
love
with
all
this
money,
I
wan'
marry
it
My
niggas
in
the
feds,
They
almost
had
it,
they
was
grabbin'
it
(Grabbin'
it)
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