Libra

Ion't usually do this
This ain't really a love song
This more of a true feeling song

Look, she top notch wit the shit
Never askin for more
Than what she can give
I tell her my only reason
For breathing's to see her live
Don't joke or play wit my heart
You are my rib, nah

The thing about her is
I constantly think about her
I'd go marching all day, for that pussyy
Ima king about (MLK) I mean

Im so stuck in my ways
I mean I wont just change
I mean how could you blame?
Cupid, had no aim

That mean im stuck in my lane
That keep me stuck in ya frame
Lets go and get this money
Go and break that bank
Thats why i go so hard
Thats why im Kob shoot Guard
Thats why I need that assist
Thats why you my point guard

I seen sum outta her
I just cant live without her
These niggas gone go broke
Tryin buy it out her
Truth be told man these niggas aint doin nothin
I just spit that game to lil shawdy she through frontin

Im just tryin step in
Do what i do
See i make it easy, it's real simple
And i wear my muh fuckin heart on my sleeve
Lets go

Uh, I don't mean to mislead you
But ion't think im lyin
When I say that I need you
Yeah we run this shit back
Let's call it the sequel
I seen you more as deceitful

I, be so laid back
I just play my cards
Young ace, jack, my heart
Aint where that hate at

I'm just tryin' figure out
How I take you down
Im just tryin do the things
That'll make you smile

You see we out shining
These nias, they need blinders
You know I do it 10 times better
Don't Deny me
These niggas bullshittin
These niggas aint bout it (What)

You know im that nigga baby please stop frontin
I be so cocky, ven aqui
I need you on my team bae, im tryin get it poppin
Lookin at him, that nigga aint like me
Lebron at that fourth one
Who gone stop me? (Ya dig)

Mhm
Thats it and that's all
B1G R3D
Cole, YOU STUPID
Damn



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Writer(s): Marcus Smith
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