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computers - bbyt3x & doomsday lyrics

[intro]
bico, that you?
(you know what the f*ck goin’ on, man
and my real name bobby, on bro, on my dead mans
got no hand outs, 007 sh*t)

[chorus]
dressin’ to drill, i ain’t bringin’ a tie
’cause all of the flyest dudes die in designer
i really walk down sh*t, mike myers
then stood over top and start dumpin’ the fire
hopped in some sh*t, we don’t care ’bout expired
take out the jacks, but don’t f*ck with the wires
crew throwin’ ass, tryna f*ck with the tires
and i need a combo, the key is expired
can’t get in this v with no b, that’s required
lil’ fire caught a vv and made him rеtire
since back in the cheesе, i was comin’ like jason
good on my feet, you can tell i’ll chase him
not tryna slide, then why would i make him?
they need to free 5ive, could never replace him
pop off a rat, fat ass with a statement
he spoke on my name without battin’ a station

[verse]
free hb, they ain’t know how to take him
it’s still free rico, his sh*t in the pavement
my time to blow, i was patiently waitin’
and i got the hoes puttin’ t3x in they playlists
just waitin’ on breeze, got lil’ cousin a bracelet
me, shadow, breeze in they hood puttin’ paintin’
i cannot afford to go out like cosmo
i got the hoes in the spot poppin’ bottles
can’t stop hold, but i’m rockin’ a tahoe
bring that b*tch home, enemies, that’s the motto
25 double or text at the lotto
i ran up a check with the d*ck in her taco
bounce out the hoop, doin’ no ac
bounce out the beamer, hop out with them 3
bounce out the big body, d*gg*n’ the jeep
every time i bounce out, look like friday 13th
let’s go, but they wasn’t robbin’ for me
pole in my hand for beside of the seat
left my phone with my mans, he been slidin’ for weeks
cold, i done put a body on scene
soul, i smoke on exotic deceased
i’m the hope, gotta blow and provide for the team
lil’ t3x do the most for the folks in the trenches, they don’t bleed how i bleed
[chorus]
dressin’ to drill, i ain’t bringin’ a tie
’cause all of the flyest dudes die in designer
i really walk down sh*t, mike myers
then stood over top and start dumpin’ the fire
hopped in some sh*t, we don’t care ’bout expired
take out the jacks, but don’t f*ck with the wires
crew throwin’ ass, tryna f*ck with the tires
and i need a combo, the key is expired
can’t get in this v with no b, that’s required
lil’ fire caught a vv and made him retire
since back in the cheese, i was comin’ like jason
good on my feet, you can tell i’ll chase him
not tryna slide, then why would i make him?
they need to free 5ive, could never replace him
pop off a rat, fat ass with a statement
he spoke on my name without battin’ a station

- bbyt3x doomsday lyrics

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