Autopilot Lyrics – Clodelle

Autopilot Lyrics by Clodelle

One
Try to get high
Fell my trunk
These humps

Wibble wobble wiggle
When we hit a speed bump
Tres
Look mom

No hands
Got a man I can lean on
Bumpin’ Celine in Little Italy with the heat on
Big boy on the grill

I’m a queen
All I see is green
20 dollar bills
Exotic fruit basket

Life still
Put your money where your mouth is
Like grills
Ride with me papi chulo

(Losing control)
Stick my head out the window
(In the middle)
We ain’t touchin’ that {?}

(Wherever we go)
Te voy a montar
Pero el carro
({?})

Papi
I ain’t mad
I’m just doin’ me
Need space and time

Eau de viе
(Spray)
Kept my feelings in a bottle
Now I know I’m hard to follow

And the truth is hard to swallow
(Want this crеam, no gelato)
Non-fiction
Milkin’ this game like there’s no tomorrow

Autopilot
Digital wallets
IStop watches
Fingers in deep while we watchin’

(Wow)
Hands on experience
Everyday is a holiday
Another motherf#ckin’ dollar day

({?})
Splash money puddles
Third eye
Dollar sign

And my money double
Half time show
Vamos a coher en el rio
{?} on a speed boat

Tengo todo los street {?}
Ride with me papi chulo
(Losing control)
Stick my head out the window

(In the middle)
We ain’t touchin’ that {?}
(Wherever we go)
Te voy a montar

Pero el carro
({?})
Papi
I ain’t mad

I’m just doin’ me
Need space and time
Eau de vie
(Spray)

Kept my feelings in a bottle
Now I know I’m hard to follow
And the truth is hard to swallow
Kept my feelings in a bottle

Now I know I’m hard to follow
And the truth is hard to swallow
(Want this cream no gelato)
Kept my feelings in a bottle

Now I know I’m hard to follow
And the truth is hard to swallow
You know the sad part about Chick-fil-A
Is that it’s closed on Sundays

Chick-fil-A doesn’t exist in Canada
But, we should have that type of drive-through
Cause it’s so crispy, so delicious, so yummy
Just like you are

Ride with me papi chulo
(Losing control)
Stick my head out the window
(In the middle)

We ain’t touchin’ that {?}
(Wherever we go)
Te voy a montar
Pero el carro

({?})
Papi
I ain’t mad
I’m just doin’ me

Need space and time
Eau de vie
(Spray)
Kept my feeling in a bottle

Now I know I’m hard to follow
And the truth is hard to swallow
I’m a white b#tch
I’m a white basic b#tch

That likes my latte from f#ckin’ Starbucks
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Clodelle Lyrics – Autopilot

Clodelle

Autopilot