Three 6 Mafia - Late Night Automatic lyrics

She's my My late night automatic Automatic One call automatic Now she's coming automatic We in the club We on patron We in the VIP doin wrong Like michael phelps it was me on the bong Call in my state This is me on the phone I want to get with her And sip a little liquor I try to come down from all these spinners Yeah she's the one, she can make the booty wiggle She from pittsburg and her body as a winner I love me a girl that can deal with this here That can walk That can ride That can drive, that can steer That can dance That can dip That can move through your hair Brake it down to the floor Take a shot Drink a beer There's a weight on my car Just to get them jars On the roof On the roof On the beer On the wall Like that's mess mane Just a chain, I'm a dog Like that's mess mane I'm a fiend, want it all She's my My late night automatic Automatic One call automatic Now she's coming automatic (2x) Ain't nothin fresh about the studio Darker than a fish Who should I, who should I, who should I hit Up on the tell her, tell her what time it is And see who down and gon' roll by the crib Ain't nothin better than a late night tip Or a day time tip Or a anytime tip Best part about it, she ain't even got a tip She ain't gotta hand out She ain't on that trip But she down for it all She ain't never scared Ten feet from ya, boy like concierge Anytime I'm in me, she gonna be there No if's, no and's, no but's, let's jam Just like that, she down like that Got my back like that, from the back like that She stank like that, super fine like that Breasts and hips and thighs like that She's my My late night automatic Automatic One call automatic Now she's coming automatic (2x) She stays home And there's nothin at all She waits until i hear the baby And then it's on And she's not ashamed To be the for the child She's my, my late night Call her my late night She's my My late night automatic Automatic One call automatic Now she's coming automatic (2x)