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london lorin - auto pilot lyrics

i had to make it to the top, had to make a way
young london
i had to make it take a shot, like a fade away
(uh, oh, oh, oh, oh, uh, oh)
(whoa, oh, oh, oh, uh, oh)

i’ma, rich n____ (rich)
gold, figure (gold)
young, hitter (woo)
i’m that n____ (aye)
diamonds, shining (woo)
i’m so, icy (woo)
i’m so, fly (fly)
auto pilot
rich n____ (rich)
gold, figure (gold)
young, hitter (woo)
i’m that n____ (aye)
diamonds, shining (woo)
i’m so, icy (woo)
i’m so, fly (fly)
auto pilot

(aye)
if she ain’t gone give me top, she can fade away (fade away)
i’ma let her take her shot, on a better day (better day)
ooh she think she found the one, i can’t save the day (save the day)
i just only want the guap, need it an_de_lay (an_de_lay)
aye, young n____ ran up a check (ayе)
ice cubes on my neck (ayе)
yo hoe want stop texting (aye)
i can’t get no rest (aye)
but i can’t even snooze (ooh)
i gotta make these moves (ooh)
i gotta count up these blues (ooh)
aye, i’m stacking these bands, pockets fat like biscuits
i’m headed to the top, i’m handling my business
these diamonds gone dance, looking some like diddy
i told her i love her, but i really was kiddin
she told me she love me, i told her she trippin
i know these hoes want me, cause a n____ got digits
i really done came from the racks to the riches
i’ma run up these m&m’s, i ain’t stuntin these b_tches (aye)
i’ma, rich n____ (rich)
gold, figure (gold)
young, hitter (woo)
i’m that n____ (aye)
diamonds, shining (woo)
i’m so, icy (woo)
i’m so, fly (fly)
auto pilot
rich n____ (rich)
gold, figure (gold)
young, hitter (woo)
i’m that n____ (aye)
diamonds, shining (woo)
i’m so, icy (woo)
i’m so, fly (fly)
auto pilot

(aye)
i got all these n_____ mad cause i’m getting paid
(getting paid)
don’t get in my feelings, i get in my bag
i just let em hate (let em hate)
aye, i told her she can give me face, i don’t know her name
(know her name)
i can’t put trust in none of these hoes, they f_ckin for the fame
(for the fame)
b_tch i’ma gold mine (mine, mine)
b_tch i’m handling mine (mine, mine)
put it on my soul i’ma shine (shine, shine)
i’on even wanna be friends with nun of these n_____
i count it up by myself
b_tch i’on need no help, top of my game like a ref
run up them bands, i’ma stack to the death (aye, aye)
i worry bout myself (self)
i’m up like the air (air)
i’m up like the stair (stair)
all these b_tches gone notice me
all this cheese they gone know its me
young n____ were he suppose to be
at the top, where the f_ckin trees be (uh, huh)
i got real k!llers round me, you ain’t gone take nun (take nun)
i’ant stuntin nun of these n_____ they ain’t gone shake nun (shake nun)
all these b_tches want my money, but i can’t let em have it
hating ass n____ need to get off your ass (aye)
don’t worry bout me, i’ma keep me a bag (aye, aye, aye)
i’ma, rich n____ (rich)
gold, figure (gold)
young, hitter (woo)
i’m that n____ (aye)
diamonds, shining (woo)
i’m so, icy (woo)
i’m so, fly (fly)
auto pilot
rich n____ (rich)
gold, figure (gold)
young, hitter (woo)
i’m that n____ (aye)
diamonds, shining (woo)
i’m so, icy (woo)
i’m so, fly (fly)
auto pilot

- london lorin lyrics

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