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jay brown - automatic lyrics

[intro]
uh yea yea yea
catch his ass stretch his ass

1 richiey go crazy

press play everyday

[hook: lil jay brown]
insert the d+ck inside she like [?]
youngin’ from 3 gg
reppin uptown like baby ‘nem
talking gangster like he [?] ain’t gon’ play with me
literally he ain’t a sight to see, i ain’t gon’ play with him
automatic, facing him, oh he tryna run from it
automatic, chasing him, chopper won’t let him get that far
automatic, sn+tching him, [?] up out that car
automatic, whacking him, lotta static causing havoc

[verse 1: lil jay brown]
automatic, back again
pop up out that cut with that big draco, what’s hannenen
on the road thinking it’s a vacation but she trafficking
say he having bags and i’m like “d+mn, there go that cap again”
don’t approach me with them basic ass packages, real za only
real gangster, won’t catch me outside with flip flops on mе
at the end, if they quеstion like you done cl!cked up with foe
i responded, “not at all, that’s just my hip hop homie”
yeah, opps ain’t on this same sh+t by theyself and that ain’t [?]
me and [?] hit a l!ck, if i get jammed then he [?] dealt with it
she like i ain’t pulling none uptown i told her bare with me
no fear, don’t put no scary in me, he k!lling now [?]
portraying to be some daredevil, dese n+ggas peter pan
b+tchmade, tinkerbell, farewell ’til we meet again
catch em we gon’ blow em down, yeah they gon’ meet the fn
guarantee ain’t no b+tch in my blood
these p+ssy ass n+ggas ain’t my kid
[hook: lil jay brown]
insert the d+ck inside she like [?]
youngin’ from 3 gg
reppin uptown like baby ‘nem
talking gangster like he [?] ain’t gon’ play with me
literally he ain’t a sight to see, i ain’t gon’ play with him
automatic, facing him, oh he tryna run from it
automatic, chasing him, chopper won’t let him get that far
automatic, sn+tching him, [?] up out that car
automatic, whacking him, lotta static causing havoc

[verse 2: baby jizzle]
lost my n+gga to the streets and now somebody gotta die
ronron with that pole like [?] i’m an open [?]
come through fronting ain’t tryna slide
man we gon’ leave yo ass fried
catch yo ass up on the block, i send some bullets to his [?]
face his ass with that iron, say you slime, why you lying?
you don’t even come outside, need to tweak and get the high
faceshot gang, we do no hiding
[?]
stand up with that boy all of sudden he die
k!ll or be k!lled everybody gotta die
k!ll or be k!lled everybody gotta die
people done gave [?]
[?] sh+lls drop by 5, long live 5, don’t know why
them p+ssy ass n+ggas gon’ die overtime
clutchin his iron, [?]
pop out the cut start bussin’ that 9
me and [?] like bonnie and clyde
[hook: lil jay brown]
automatic, facing him, oh he tryna run from it
automatic, chasing him, chopper won’t let him get that far
automatic, sn+tching him, [?] up out that car
automatic, whacking him, lotta static causing havoc
automatic, back again

- jay brown lyrics

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