Lyrics:
like shit
It's hard to swallow, but the cure would choke you out
Fully automatic thought patterns pull symbiotic gun triggers on the helpless
We are too
them on my throat
God, give me a mirror so I can watch myself choke
Automatic erotica
Suicidal neurotica
I hope now you see you're nothing like me
Time to cook some eggs up
Automatic Tesla used to choke like wrestlers
Now I have investors
Making bread
Even when we
Cursed and we hexed (huh)
Making
a psycho, that boy want all the smoke"
And I promise I won't choke
Aye, semi-automatic, tryna make a movie
So I make it dramatic
Doing shit on my own, making
Smoke your cigarette
Choke on your regret
Enjoy the ocean
Panic at the thought of you
It's automatic
On a live wire
All those days that
I had
automatic
It's automatic it's automatic
Fuck you bury that nigga
Mein lo can't wait for dinner
I can't dessert you i can't desert you
I'ma choke you bitch
Automatic, Systematic
Do what you do playa
Just keep that money on ya mi-i-ind, (on ya mind)
In the traffic, Baller status, (baller status)
Do
I’m a techie
When the tech blow dance like its techno
Tech N9ne, Track 1, Habanero, facts
You don’t wan’t no static reloaded it’s automatic
Ah rip you
of crack to find yo' punk ass and yo' kinfolks
Plus, that crew you run with is butt
I was dusted one day when I made your man choke up
Rappers comin to New
a bottle of crack to find yo' punk ass and yo' kinfolks
Plus, that crew you run with is butt
I was dusted one day when I made your man choke up
Rappers
Automatic, Systematic
Do what you do playa
Just keep that money on ya mi-i-ind, (on ya mind)
In the traffic, Baller status, (baller status)
Do
Bitch wanna choke on me
Like my chain choking me
I be in her ovaries
Ima beat it till she cream
And this Glock poking me
If I up it ima squeeze
Got
I need something to give me hope
Like an automatic weapon or an eight ball of coke
[Chorus]
I'm stressin' out I need it now
I need some
[Chorus]
Automatic, Systematic
Do what you do playa
Just keep that money on ya mi-i-ind, (on ya mind)
In the traffic, Baller status, (baller
feelin' no mattress
Speed boat traffic, bitches automatic
Cross that line, fuck around and get yo ass kicked
We roll shit that burn slow as fucking molasses
you get damage
They hate on me automatic
Wake up neck on freeze snow cone
We can't let em' breathe choke hold
I know They can't see it how I see it no
to the head, kush feelin' no mattress
Speed boat traffic, bitches automatic
Cross that line, fuck around and get yo ass kicked
We roll shit that burn slow
to the head, kush feelin' no mattress
Speed boat traffic, bitches automatic
Cross that line, fuck around and get yo ass kicked
We roll shit that burn slow
a ho that ain't my main thing
My niggas on the same thing, all my niggas gang bang
Bitches do choke, this is my boo
Two C's on that bag but she throw
pointed breasts filled with silicone
Never automatic she got manual drive
Know how to crash and burn and come through alive
She's a fast girl
Martinis
to the head, kush feelin' no mattress
Speed boat traffic, bitches automatic
Cross that line, fuck around and get yo ass kicked
We roll shit that burn slow
circular
The dope dealer sells dope to the dope smoker
The smoker breaks in and tries to choke ya
But I ain't the one to run from ya son
This is my
fuckin' choke (yeah)
I be spazzed out, passed out, talkin' shit, change routes (go)
Meet your fate, extendo clip, .38 to your face (oof)
It's okay,
a snake, still you can't elude
The neba, but not caneza
Its the toucha, no gun or God can protect ya
Neither the scripture, choke like a boa constrictor
This
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