Lyrics:
I'm a Libra y'all
A cheeba cheeba y'all, well I'm a Libra y'all
You wanna battle? Swing
I bring commandin' men like I was king
In all your dreams
as only a dream
The day you left home you got an early start
I watched your car back out in the dark
I opened the door to your room down the hall
I
her let's stay home, she was with it (oh)
She know I'ma take it down soon as I get it (oh)
You can leave your hair in a mess (yeah), don't even get
3 damage on your Daddy that turns you to a bastard
Nah I ain't heard shit
But I know how to talk too bitch
You say something you don't mean That ain't
To amount of jobs, so the fathers
Lose the job and they say
‘We’ll give you more money for having
More kids in your home' And
Then we got rid of the
Mental
bust your head
I'm like, "One, two, three, four, five, six"
nigga fuck that count, It's twelve
You gon' be thirteen, I'm gon' send your stupid, scary
happen to see a nigga
With two sweat patches up under his arms
Look like he been swimmin' in shoulder height water
Please tell that nigga, "Put your
escape me
And you know I feel the same
Wrap your loving arms around me
I'm addicted to our games
Prayers all around me
I have given it full reign
I know
Baby you can't leave me here all by my 'lone
Baby girl your arms they just feel like my home
Baby you can't leave me here all by my 'lone, woah
Leave
a dog a bone
I'm still down to sell crack
Out a fiends home
God bless the child with a flawless flow
Say gave a nigga the talent to push blow
Like a pimp
dreams before we die
Can't waste it all on what we like
Too much going on
So guess I'll see if you try
So it all keeps going by
Feel so many ways
I guess
take a
Load off, if I blow you off then you know it, feels like a
Blow dart, when I’m going off you can see the smoke; it’s no
Post card, I’m in your
Well, it's closing time, I've got no place to go
No, I'm not tired, nobody's waiting at home
Hey, what about you? Looks like you're leaving alone
go ahead and call the cops
'cause 'em loud ass next door neighbors are home
Yeah
And we come up to tear the block up
Beat it loud banging like
a man comin' on right now
He's garuanteed to throw down
He goes by the name of Wonder Mike
Come on, Wonder Mike, do what you like!
I say a can
shouldn't have either
Skip straight into the shooting
Better pray I don't see you fuck a desert
But I'mma make you fly like an eagle
Splatter your brain stem,
to fly
Wanted to see
What it would be like
Not to be the bad guy
Wanted to cry
Then had to fall
Down on your knees
Not feeling so tall
Headbang against
Chorus
So I walked up to her, grabbed her arms to show the world
Tonight we'll dance like we're in love
I look down on her
She looks up at me
out now!
Yo! 7,6,5,4,3,2,1
I'm on the microphone, got you hot like the sun
So a 1,2,3 now I'm waiting on the 4
Kick down the door and turn it up
I'm a Libra y'all
A cheeba cheeba y'all, well I'm a Libra y'all
You wanna battle? Swing
I bring commandin' men like I was king
In all your dreams
All light is gone
Your arms spread like a cross
And you're dreaming that the world
Will soon fall apart
Topless girl in your gaze which is hazy
just keep fucking on thots
I got way used to three house and a cot
I got way used to prison
I run up in ya house just like Im swat
Kick in your door with
The sanctity of home, my
Very own kingdom and my very own throne
No need to feel ashamed of the emperor’s new
Robes when I walk around alone
Like my own
like I'm back)
Said I'm feeling like I'm back (Just like I'm back)
Said I'm feeling like I'm back (Feel like I'm back)
Verse 3:
Hey hey hey hey
Aye
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