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azizi gibson – libras don’t die lyrics

d-mn
that’s how n-ggas get when they start getting money
they don’t hit you up, they don’t text back
when you out don’t look at me
ain’t that a b-tch, why is you rich?
eat two d-cks i don’t give a sh-t
and you gotta a lisp, i ain’t ate sh-t(?)
told me i was nothing, you could suck a d-ck
now look at you, all on my back
tryna f-ck my b-tches, tryna hit the back
f-ck you ho take a lap
oh you wanna sleep -bow!- take a nap
don’t forget we was raised in the trap
sitting in the front, head to the back
rosa parks that, ???
it’s my turn, oh you mad?
everythings going according to the plan
used to be the man, now you just a fan
used to sell pounds, now you selling grams
said your -ss was solo now youre in a band
thought it all would last, should’ve made a plan
now you in a box, ?? on the sand
two front t–th, i don’t give a d-mn
sweet -ss n-ggas actin’ like jam

why the f-ck would i stress it?
cuz ho i been counting my blessings
i got women undressing
we f-ck without popping the question

like, “hey, i’m renee 20 years old
head game proper, body so cold
momma from the north, daddy from below
and they both taught me everything i know
but i’m still a ho, never went to school
only hit the pole just to make some dough
gotta feed my son, moneys on the low
so if you could ? f-ck it, i’ma’ go”
tapped her on the shoulder, said “i feel your pain”
told her, “drop it low” then i made it rain
god d-mn game ? within my veins
used to be a slave now i love these chains
steve? on a roll ph see the lames
doing everything, even cocaine
b-tch wanted two we don’t say names
sorry im just worried ’bout some other things

like making bank ‘fore i hit the plank
let me hit the weed, ‘fore i hit the drank
me and flylo we don’t be playing
straight up gorillas, f-ck i’m going sayain
n-gga, know what i’m saying? ain’t no show if you ain’t paying
?? black nuts i’m ??
will you die go ask jada(?)

take a roofie, you haters just talk a lot
i’m a libra so swaggin is what i’m bout
swear to god if you keep talking, suck a c-ck
f-ck do i gotta do to get on the block?
f-ck do i gotta do to get on the block?
f-ck do i gotta do to get on the block?
swear to god if you keep talking, suck a c-ck
i’m a libra so swaggin is what i’m bout

so you need to stop rapping
go and get a job, pay for your kid
do good to ma, do your homework
sh-t’s due tomorrow
n-gga i ain’t got sh-t for you to borrow
staying this route, sh-t gon’ be sorrow
gotta be prepared, might be no tomorrow
better be jimmy, don’t be carl
date a good girl not a f-cking harlot
stop talking ’bout rihanna anymore
man the b-tch don’t even got bars(?)
bet her p-ssy don’ smell like yours(?)
yea i’m going hard, call me carl
i’m a cop a lap(?) call that ?
take care of my kids on four
but she take care of mine on four
f-ck paying child support

- azizi gibson lyrics

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