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Franky Fuego - Guapo Season Lyrics
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Automatic Forever
Guapo The Season
You know how we do when we rocking
It's that automatic forever shit
Now let's work
Now let's work
Now let's work
Now let's work
Now let's work
Now let's work
Now let's work
What It lookin like
They tell me it's my season
Throwing hands in the air for no reason
If you a baddie
You a thug
Put ya hands up
Throw a band up
Throw a couple grand up
Hey Girl
What you wanna be
Riding with a baller
Shot caller
All that ?
I be sliding in a benz just to fall back
I don't slide in dms what you call that
Not at all wack
Not for all the call back
This ain't a interview
Touch me when she in the mood
Stress free
Cause shorty bless me
Let her catch a vibe
Til she froze, Gretzky
And I'm wit it
She been on me for a minute
I'm on her body but I gotta let her finish
She wit her girls can't approach her wit the diddy bop
Got the wave that'll get the whole city hot
Ride the wave and get found wit a couple shots
It's automatic for the static bro we want the rock
All shooters
Catch me wit some Ray Allen's
Couple dudes from the block yeah we stay wildin
OG's that I know that been on the island
We ain't talking Cuba
The fam will really do it to ya
Made men held it down so I had a future
It's March madness call me little future
Now what It lookin like
They tell me it's my season
Throwing hands in the air for no reason
If you a baddie
You a thug
Put ya hands up
Throw a band up
Throw a couple grand up
Now what It lookin like
They tell me it's my season
Throwing hands in the air for no reason
If you a baddie
You a thug
Put ya hands up
Throw a band up
Throw a couple grand up
Now tell me if you really wanna party
Know a couple freaks in the back and they naughty
Rockin with the squad
And you might feel godly
Poppin that AYEEE
While she poppin that molly
All up in the VIP
She see me
We do it real B.I.G.
But lowkey
I wanna stay TEN
So we stay friends
But everytime they play my ISH
They say when
Babygirl can tell I'm a star in my day fits
She notice the bands
But she never wanna say ish
See me in the lime light
Try and keep my mind right
Flex gon drop a bomb but only when the times right
BOOM
Now what It lookin like
They tell me it's my season
Throwing hands in the air for no reason
If you a baddie
You a thug
Put ya hands up
Throw a band up
Throw a couple grand up
Now what It lookin like
They tell me it's my season
Throwing hands in the air for no reason
If you a baddie
You a thug
Put ya hands up
Throw a band up
Throw a couple grand up
Now let's work
Now let's work
Now let's work
Put ya hands in the air let's work
Put a hand in the air let's work
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Automatic Forever
Guapo The Season
You know how we do when we rocking
It's that automatic forever shit
Now let's work
Now let's work
Now let's work
Now let's work
Now let's work
Now let's work
Now let's work
What It lookin like
They tell me it's my season
Throwing hands in the air for no reason
If you a baddie
You a thug
Put ya hands up
Throw a band up
Throw a couple grand up
Hey Girl
What you wanna be
Riding with a baller
Shot caller
All that ?
I be sliding in a benz just to fall back
I don't slide in dms what you call that
Not at all wack
Not for all the call back
This ain't a interview
Touch me when she in the mood
Stress free
Cause shorty bless me
Let her catch a vibe
Til she froze, Gretzky
And I'm wit it
She been on me for a minute
I'm on her body but I gotta let her finish
She wit her girls can't approach her wit the diddy bop
Got the wave that'll get the whole city hot
Ride the wave and get found wit a couple shots
It's automatic for the static bro we want the rock
All shooters
Catch me wit some Ray Allen's
Couple dudes from the block yeah we stay wildin
OG's that I know that been on the island
We ain't talking Cuba
The fam will really do it to ya
Made men held it down so I had a future
It's March madness call me little future
Now what It lookin like
They tell me it's my season
Throwing hands in the air for no reason
If you a baddie
You a thug
Put ya hands up
Throw a band up
Throw a couple grand up
Now what It lookin like
They tell me it's my season
Throwing hands in the air for no reason
If you a baddie
You a thug
Put ya hands up
Throw a band up
Throw a couple grand up
Now tell me if you really wanna party
Know a couple freaks in the back and they naughty
Rockin with the squad
And you might feel godly
Poppin that AYEEE
While she poppin that molly
All up in the VIP
She see me
We do it real B.I.G.
But lowkey
I wanna stay TEN
So we stay friends
But everytime they play my ISH
They say when
Babygirl can tell I'm a star in my day fits
She notice the bands
But she never wanna say ish
See me in the lime light
Try and keep my mind right
Flex gon drop a bomb but only when the times right
BOOM
Now what It lookin like
They tell me it's my season
Throwing hands in the air for no reason
If you a baddie
You a thug
Put ya hands up
Throw a band up
Throw a couple grand up
Now what It lookin like
They tell me it's my season
Throwing hands in the air for no reason
If you a baddie
You a thug
Put ya hands up
Throw a band up
Throw a couple grand up
Now let's work
Now let's work
Now let's work
Put ya hands in the air let's work
Put a hand in the air let's work
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Writer: Christopher Andrews
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Performed By: Franky Fuego
Length: 3:01
Written by: Christopher Andrews

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