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automatic - bia lyrics

[intro: bia]
what is divine life?
bia*bia
bia*bia

[verse 1: 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 p*ssy so i threw that sh*t in park
i’ll go cry inside a [?] 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 wh0res
no

[chorus: bia]
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 spеnd that stash on me (tell that n*gga)
tell that n*gga hurry, drop that bag on mе (tell that n*gga)
i just got a [?] magazine (i like)
p*ssy 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)
[verse 2]
yeah
[?] 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
run that p*ssy good, [?] 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
[?], got a problem on your hands
your boyfriend get to trippin’, put this chopper on your mans
i f*ck on pop stars now, b*tch, i’m hot as f*ck
you can’t get this d*ck, b*tch, you not hot enough
they say he want some smoke, [?] not poppin’ up
popped a lotta opps, still ain’t dropped enough
just gettin’ started
my youngins, they stupid, r*t*rded
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 [?] on me
i secure ’em, my security

[chorus: bia]
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 [?] magazine (i like)
p*ssy 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)
[verse 3]
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
[?]
got a million stashed on me
bought a million bags for these hoes
still stressed out and alone
[?]
2.2 on the road
i’m turnt, n*gga, i’m ghost
[?]
can’t wait ’til y’all get hom
[?]
chanel, givenchy, gucci, prada
i don’t purchase none of that sh*t, but i got it
east side, fresh n*gga from the hood on a g5
that was me, that was me

- bia lyrics

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