Montana Of 300 - Computers (Remix) lyrics

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Feat. $avage

(Intro)

All these computers

Get around bitch

It’s plenny more feelings for your ass til the ten

You remember that feelin’

I’ll put your ass under that ride and hold ya

(Verse)

A lot of niggas actin’ hard on these computers

Ain’t that these gangsters got balls

Like Larry Hoover

And everythin’ I touch get rip like Freddy Coager

If I pursue you, click that booya, we sing alleluia

Now we may do it, been may ruled this

Same side as that ruler

Seems like Lake Hoover with my shooter,

Backin’ sound like Booda

Gotta rack like Hooda but as soon these rappers act like Luda

You smoke like Cuca, eyes like cula

I feel like the Jula

You niggas bitches all in fool game

You on top of it boy, you faker, let it to pay

These niggas pussy, watch rest and pop my coocy

She’s like a preview, the I saw her like a movie

Throw your juggle, off that so roof with the uzzy

______(?)

Leave your niggas bow like Tuckey

I ball like Tukey but the struggle all that will do it

All bout that accent will be actin’ , this is not what we hustle

And with that lackey, bitch will hang on this like a gun

2 stuff like argali, I’m not vergal, killers in my circles

Montana always rock bandana it’s like a intertidal

When I fish on, no dinner teller,

You get smoke purple

Goin’ like purf you poppin’ murf

I’mma go to serve you

I’m soundin’ niggas like I buff you, may suggest you fall

I hope on trace and get the job like the fuckin’ herrol

I’m flyin’ shit, yes I am sick, I got the flow

I got that bag, I got that swag, I got the jewels

Your bitch feelin’ me like I’mma _____(?)

She wanna give a nigga neck just like in news

I ain’t fool, gun chases, I go to

This what I do, pull up shootin’ like I hope

Like every nigga in your circle got that duce

And even God knows I’mma kill her on the lice

Once I take your lace homie

I’mma make you back homie

Ah, ah don’t be scared homie

2 shot hit your dace homie

Damn all to your head homie

Roll like he dance with me

I just make it sure, and tonight will bang fine

I watch the plug like they say it use to beat

Try, try forget, I got that work out and forget

I hope Lord forgives me for my sins, stupid bitch

Me and Jesus look like twins

Say gonna skam, I’m gonna eat that like a pen

When i8 pull up you gonna take shots like a real nigga

He think he pot a butter real

So I did to us like burnin’ at the hill

I just baught a ball with all the pierce

I just got one thousand for a verse

All that cash will get that struggle for that pierce

I’ve been countin’ mula like a curb

I’m countin’ blessings, although I feel like I’m curse

Man I don’t put no niggas in the dirty

My chopper use to switch me like Labrone

Give ready for fire in the church