| Wake up in the morning, pray to god, that’s automatic
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| If I eat, so do my dogs, that’s automatic
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| If you thought I wouldn’t make it to the top, that’s tragic
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| Ziggy on the beat, that’s a hit, that’s automatic
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| Every time I hit the streets, a hundred horses, that’s automatic
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| Young busters see my booty, everybody tryna grab it
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| Every time I get a bag, I double that, that’s automatic
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| Every time I pop a tag, I leese the G, that’s automatic
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| Every time I wear my shoes, the bottoms on fleek, that’s automatic
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| Every time I go to sleep, Versace sheets, that’s automatic
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| In my bag with my semi tucked, that’s automatic
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| Post traumatic, don’t get closer, Imma snap, that’s automatic
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| We drive whips, automatic
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| We got chips, automatic
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| Shut the streets, automatic
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| Rollie Rolex, automatic
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| Takin trips, that’s automatic
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| Forin whips, that’s automatic
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| Hit the dip, that’s automatic
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| Whip the wrist, that’s automatic
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| Bitch, I am the queen, I am the top, that’s automatic
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| Ziggy fuckin with me on the beat, you know it’s poppin
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| Vaycay on the beaches, ridin horses, that’s automatic
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| You ain’t gotta tell me, when you see me, automatic
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| I want that bag, automatic
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| He wanna smash, automatic
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| I want that lavish, that lavish
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| I’m gonna get it, no matter
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| 10, 20, 100 bands rubber bands on m
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| He just wanna know he the man, when I dance on him
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| Zay, Atlanta on the track, Imma turn it up
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| We ain’t fuckin with you magget hoes, you bum as fuck
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| Switch up, automatic
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| You’s fuckin with a savage
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| Slow your roll, Gucci told you that, automatic
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| We drive whips, automatic
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| We got chips, automatic
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| Shut the streets, automatic
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| Rollie Rolex, automatic |