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Automatik Shit Video (MV)




Performed By: A1 the Chozen
Language: English
Length: 2:28
Written by: Limel Small




A1 the Chozen - Automatik Shit Lyrics




I be breathin' smoke, you can see the fire
Cut my way out the belly of a giant
I know my rights, I always remain silent
Covered in ice, that A.L.S challenge
Weed smoke that be f*ckin' wit' ya' sinus
Ya' pops left you I'm just here to bring you guidance
The flow God, rap version of Poseidon
Big Reincarnated, guess he ghost writin'
American trade, connect from St. Thomas
Hit the gym, stay in shape, Bodydonnas
Yellow stones so my chain got jaundice
D1 the kid and A1 is like Giannis

Automatik shit, this that Automatik shit
Automatik shit, this that Automatik shit
Automatik shit, this that Automatik shit
Automatik shit, this that Automatik shit

Where my f*ckin' goons at
Automatik shit, hit you wit' that "BoomTrap"
Yes, women see me like "Who's that?"
I'm the illest nigga alive but you already knew that
I'm Walt Clyde wit' the word play
Slash "Iron Mike Tyson" let em' fly off the bird play
Give a f*ck what you herbs say
Cause' none of y'all are a threat, thas' why it don't even concern A
Whippin' cane like it's gourmet
Body ya, leave you in the deep sea just like a mermaid
Watch ya' mouth I might take it the wrong way
I celebrate like everyday is my born day

Automatik shit, this that Automatik shit
Automatik shit, this that Automatik shit
Automatik shit, this that Automatik shit
Automatik shit, this that Automatik shit
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I be breathin' smoke, you can see the fire
Cut my way out the belly of a giant
I know my rights, I always remain silent
Covered in ice, that A.L.S challenge
Weed smoke that be f*ckin' wit' ya' sinus
Ya' pops left you I'm just here to bring you guidance
The flow God, rap version of Poseidon
Big Reincarnated, guess he ghost writin'
American trade, connect from St. Thomas
Hit the gym, stay in shape, Bodydonnas
Yellow stones so my chain got jaundice
D1 the kid and A1 is like Giannis

Automatik shit, this that Automatik shit
Automatik shit, this that Automatik shit
Automatik shit, this that Automatik shit
Automatik shit, this that Automatik shit

Where my f*ckin' goons at
Automatik shit, hit you wit' that "BoomTrap"
Yes, women see me like "Who's that?"
I'm the illest nigga alive but you already knew that
I'm Walt Clyde wit' the word play
Slash "Iron Mike Tyson" let em' fly off the bird play
Give a f*ck what you herbs say
Cause' none of y'all are a threat, thas' why it don't even concern A
Whippin' cane like it's gourmet
Body ya, leave you in the deep sea just like a mermaid
Watch ya' mouth I might take it the wrong way
I celebrate like everyday is my born day

Automatik shit, this that Automatik shit
Automatik shit, this that Automatik shit
Automatik shit, this that Automatik shit
Automatik shit, this that Automatik shit
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Writer: Limel Small
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid


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