Issue No 121 Libras Don T Die Lyrics


Libras Don't Die by Issue No. 121

Damn, that side niggers get when they start getting funny
They don't hit you out, they don't tow us out, don't look at me!
Ain't that a bitch, why i you rich? Sucking two dicks?
Now look at you, all on my back, trying to hit my bitches,
Trying to ... fuck you, ho, take a lap, or you wanna sleep, gal?
Take a nap! Don't forget we was raised in the trap
Sitting in the front and in the back, Roserparks that and selling that
This my turn, oh, you mad? Everything is going according to the plan
Used to be the man, now you just a fag,
Now you selling grass? Set your ass to solo,
Now you want a bath? Thought it all, but last,
Should have made a plan, now you wanna fox,
Two broke teeth, I don't give a damn,
Ass nigger, sucking like jam.

Why the fuck was I stressing?
'cause, oh, I've been counting my blessings
I got women undressing
We fuck without popping a question

Like, hey, I'm Renne, 20 y old,
Anything rubber, body so cold,
Mamma from the north,
Daddy from the low,
They both told me everything I know,
But I'm still a ho,
Never want to stop,
Only hit the pole,
Just to get some dough
Gotta feed my son,
Money's on the low,
So, at titties jugging at people I'mma go.
Tap men on the shoulder,
Stopped feeling the pain
Told to drop a low,
Then I make it rain
Goddamned gangs,
Fucking in my vein
Just used to be a slave,
Now I'm ...
Sleeve on the row,
BMC a lane,
Doing everything
Even cocaine
Bitch wanted to,
Sorry, ...
Let's just get to other things
Lift the plank, boy,
Make a prank,
Let me hit the weed, boy.
We fly lw,
We don't beat the plants,
Straight as a gorilla,
Know what I'm saying,
They ain't no show
If you not there,
All of these blacks
Left some braider
Well, you die,
Ask Jadder:

Take a roofie, you haters, and stop the lies!
I'm a libra, so swagging is what I'm 'bout.
Swear to God, if you keep talking circus stuff
Fuck you, I gotta do this, get on the block.
Fuck you, I gotta do this, get on the block.
Fuck you, I gotta do this, get on the block.
Swear to God, if you keep talking circus stuff
I'm a libra, so swagging is what I'm 'bout.

So you know, I came into this world, I told the Fifth,
That nasty ninja on the fucking beats ly low came into this motherfucker on the seventh.
But maybe this shit isn't for you!

So, you need to start raping,
Go and get a job,
Pay for your kid
Do a good ...
Do your homework
Shit's due tomorrow.
Nigger, I ain't got
Shit for you to ball,
You'll got get sorr,
Got a papper bear
let them be Jimmy, don't be Carl
Date a good girl, not a fucking whore
Stop being like Rhyanna anymore,
Bitter bitch, don't even have balls,
Don't be a pussy, don't smell like loaf
I'm ging hard, call me gore
Take care of my kids, 1, 4
Why should I take care of mine?
I'm bored
Fuck franchising fur.

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