Tekst piosenki ' Automatic ' wykonawcy BIA (rapper)

[BIA]
What is divine life?
BIA-BIA
BIA-BIA

Push to start, automatic parts
I don't even think I have a heart
Tin Man, [?], after dark
[?] like a [?]
He was feelin' on this pussy so I threw that shit in park
I'll go cry inside a Lambo truck, can't fuck him in no two-door
Bring your man a bitch and he gon' ask you find him two more
I can teach you game for what these bitches go to school for
See me with the same hoes, I don't really fuck 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 he want a date, then spеnd that stash on me (Tell that nigga)
Tell that nigga hurry, drop that bag on mе (Tell that nigga)
I just got a [?] magazine (I like)
Pussy 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)

[Doe Boy]
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, bitch
I just drunk a fifth, girl, come get yo back broke
Run that pussy good, if ya cheat, might kick yo ass, ho
Shooters pull up sprayin', they gon' blow in our demand
I just fell asleep inside yo ho, I'm off the Xan
[?] Doe Beezy, got a problem on your hands
Your boyfriend get to trippin', put this chopper on your mans
I fuck on pop stars now, bitch, I'm hot as fuck
You can't get this dick, bitch, you not hot enough
They 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
Fuck all my enemies
They ain't did shit to me
Ain't no rapper, keep the blick on me
I secure 'em, my security

[BIA]
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 [?] magazine (I like)
Pussy 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)

[42 Dugg]
Don't got no bitch on me, what the fuck are you talkin' 'bout?
Young, wild nigga, I don't cuff at all
Bitches stay in they feelings, can't fuck 'em raw
[?]
Got a million stashed on me (No cap)
Bought a million bags for these hoes
Still stressed out and alone (What else?)
[?] (Cash)
2.2 on the road (What else?)
I'm turnt, nigga, I'm ghost
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, fresh nigga from the hood on a G5
That was me, that was me