Lyrics:
pistol
She ain't got my magazine
Run for cover, girl, run for cover
She's the kinda thing
I was warned of by my mother
Automatic lover
Automatic
She's an automatic
He's a cosmic man
They will get together
They should know better by now
The meet in a garden
Down in old japan
Where young
Problematic, problematic
This automatic, automatic
We at the palace can't panic
But the planet getting graphic
Problematic, problematic
This
Automatic
You fell in my arms
That shit automatic
You walk in my life
That shit automatic
You're Bonnie, I'm Clyde
We link automatic
I put it
for murder once, no redial
Just see child, the O G style and how I used to be wild
This the story of Cam'ron and Zeke Giles one way road to the P now
possession of a firearm (that's new york)
Did the county, bologna like it was "ground round" (that's Texas)
Zeke ran an ecstasy ring, he on the countdown
The way that she moves
Well I was aroused, impowered, impassioned by every move
It's so cold outside, we need a place to hide
Go into the club
he was just plain drunk.
Well, alright then!
He was sure salty with the bartender.
The bartender's trying to make him by another drink.
Zeke
She's an automatic
He's a cosmic man
They will get together
They should know better by now
The meet in a garden
Down in old Japan
Where young love's
by heart
Packed in our tiny car
And the hardest part is knowing where to start
It feels automatic
Ah-ah-automatic
It feels automatic
Ah-ah-automatic
Oh yeah
By the waves whoa
Somewhere by the waves yeah
Esa gata si me aplaca
No es sangrona pero si me da la cara
She wanna go to papas
Lil
automatic
(written by: billy rankin)
the strangest way
how much have you learned uh-oh
how much have yo-ou learned u-uh-oh
don't fear cuz when you return I'll be here
waitin by your side it dosent
Circle driveway foreign cars in it wit the pool
I need that crib by Orchard Lake where Kenny went to school
BFA Dream Team yea we was with the crew
The way that she moves
Well I was aroused, impowered, impassioned by every move
It's so cold outside, we need a place to hide
Go into the club
it’s money on his set
I said “We on the phone so u know say no more, you coming by the crib?”
He said “I’m almost at your door”
I go to let him in and he
almost midnight
Still got time to practice those old folks songs
For the 40's sing-a-long
(chorus)
Weekend goes by quickly
Poor little Zeke-y
He's got
of habit
(Yea)
Keep it coming automatic
Old girl kinda bad bitch
She can get it automatic
Keep it coming automatic
Top notch call me captain
You can tell by
Automatics In the room (Grdd)
Automatics In the head (Okay)
Automatics In the Bed (Grdd Pow)
I be Looking out for the feds (Yeah)
I'm off the meds
hell
I been through hell
Been Through hell
Been Through hell
I been through hell
Free my nigga zeke he still in jail
I don’t fuck with fake don’t
static
I was mobile, he was automatic
But the years went by and the nights drew long
Cripple Sid died and his meadow's got a hole in
I've learnt my lesson
at the Raddish
Pull up with no panties yeah you know that's automatic
Put my Mac down now that bih calling me daddy
Pussy bussin' like a semi
Heart racing like
ashamed cause you lame
With the way I maintain
Is so inhuman
You were killed by my flames
But you still exclaim I’m to blame
Fully-automatic
Fully-automatic
niggas cause they too deceiving
If you ain't benefiting Zeke then why we even speaking
Cut em off can't let you in my section all these niggas leaching
I
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