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(feat. ATOM)[Verse 1 - Cowboy Troy]She's sittin' at the bar, sippin?on a beverageTry to use your platinum card to get leverageIt don't matter, she's got her ownShe's got diamonds for buttons on her cellular phoneShe's a cutie with a booty, a hottie with a bodyGet her on the dance floor, gonna get naughtyDon't mean no harm, just a little fun'Til it's time for breakfast and you see the sun[ATOM]Can't find the key to the door where her heart isCan't find no magic word to say all the things I want to sayThere's no equation for that rose, she only knows when she goes![Chorus - ATOM]She's automatic, she's automaticShe turns on when she wants toDon't give her no static, she's automaticShe turns on when she wants toLetras de cancionesAutomatic[Verse 2 - Cowboy Troy]The beat gets fast and you're cravin' moreSuddenly you make you way to the floorIt's a hick-hop beat boy your body is pumpedAll the fine ladies just shakin' their buttsStep up to one then you ask her to danceIt appears to you she's in a tranceTake your time son play your position'Cause that's the primary mission[ATOM]Can't find the key to the door where her heart isCan't find no magic word to say all the things I want to sayThere's no equation for that rose, she only knows when she goes![Repeat Chorus][Repeat Chorus x 2]
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"Automatic" as written by John D. Rich, Cowboy Troy, Adam, Shoenfield
Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., EMI Music Publishing
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