Lyrics:
the femme fatale
Take it from me
There's cameras in Paris
Take it from me
There's cameras in Paris
Political friction is greased by detante
One country
and given a quicker understanding
Thrashed Zeke around as part of his actual plan
Pushing the limits of any natural man
Damning any heresy presently in
Shout my boy Zeke
She only likes the cold yeah
Eyes of Diabla
Heart made of stone
Look in her eyes and you won't see a soul
You can tell by her tone
That
assume by the way my eyes move
That I got beef and don't like you
Look, I'm just focused
Hard just to achieve survival
But I want my people to thrive too
Alfiyya
Stop by precious
Pressure har fi bring her best friend Anita
Pick up latifa and regina
Jackline a stand by with sekina
And Salima
With Keturah
Thelma that I never got to meet
I remember chilling out with Bruce and the whole
Jones branch over there on Dye Rd.
They was Lakers fans I liked Zeke
inside
Automatic love
Faces on the screen
Surviving through the fight
For a better scene
Take them by the hand
Guide them with a heart
They can understand
Baby say please, then you get these. New Balenciaga Yeezys for the money on the low
Pull up with the automatic, let it bang. I'm automatic, let it hang
a queen, three on a tree
Hey, what ever happened to waiting your turn
Doing it all by hand?
'Cause when everything is handed to you
It's only worth
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
Yo, yo
You can't hack the tactics
Of a semi-automatic full rap fanatic
You can't hack the tactics
Of a semi-automatic full rap fanatic
I
How am I going to
Deliver you a mountain size of love?
How do oceans connected by a straw
Get something through?
I might need some time
the trick?
Just tell me
Man, it just come automatic, yeah
I just let it flow
Writing lines in my room it's automatic, yeah
Purely real life, real story
you
Mufuckas going thru the mud with you (Free KJ)
R.I.P my nigga Devin (R.I.P Devin)
R.I.P my mufuckin nigga Zeke man (R.I.P Zeke)
This shit don't stop
gal in a thong bikini
So I keep walkin' down the beach with my buds Jack and Zeke
We notice another gal in a bikini and stare at her cheeky, cheeky
man, turn em' to Runtz
He came at Zeke now that boy in a blunt
Zeke when you dropping, it been a month
She let me tag I'm hitting it once
She wanna kick
But the saddest thing of all
All together now, «Boo, hoo, hoo!»
Is that she lost her carryall
And in it, she had brought a thing or two
Bullfrog Zeke
Zeke with his puffed up cheeks
Said, «My dear» (in his customary coldness)
«I daresay, you need a certain boldness
To be seen
In your birthday suit»
the bread
Sheek, Zeke, Hell Rell
And I got some in the Feds
I contradict what ever the government says
For them boys on my back wit
Them bugs by my bed
They
ride Like some glue, you stuck by my side
I dare these hoes try to touch you It's gonna be a fuckin' homicide
Lil' mama for you I'm a slide I don't have
joint is the realest
Big spliff I be building
Get out ya feelings
Zeke hope you feel this
So when you get home
We vacay in Villas
Champagne we be spillin
a FaceTime her when I make it back
Go to Paul's Market and get me a snack
I'm letting Zeke drive while I chill in the back
You can miss me with anything other
To release it into God's hands and let his will be done
It's Automatic
I don't wanna go
Or I don't wanna do
I just want my life to look pleasing to you
Outta my mind
I'm never falling in line
I'm wasting all of my time doing there grind just to get by get by get by get by
And every little second
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