Blood On The Leaves (freestyle) Lyrics - Singles - Waka Flocka

Strange fruit hangin' from the poplar trees 

Blood on the leaves 

Breeze, breeze 

Blood on the leaves 

Breeze, breeze 

Blood on the leaves 

Breeze, breeze 

Black bodies 

Swinging in the southern breeze, breeze 

Strange fruit hangin' from the poplar trees 

From the poplar trees 

Flocka on that bullshit again 

The preacher in the pool pit again 

You fucking losers bout to forfeit gain 

Your importance seems so enormous and then 

Your cooperate friends pull up in that 'fuck is this? ' 

Turn pale when you see my fucking bucket list 

Life is super sweet, smoke the finest sour 

I'm 'bout to hand glide form the Eiffel tower 

My silent hour when I'm on stage raging 

They used to look down, now I see they face changin' 

The bass banging 

The game make them taste fame and 

You niggas lame so I guess I have to say it layman 

Waka Flocka! 

(Black bodies, swinging in the southern breeze) 

Squad nigga, you can't fuck with us nigga 

We knock the fuck ya'll niggas out 

4 years in this shit nigga, what you think? 

Breeze! 

Pussy 

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Strange fruit hangin' from the poplar trees 

Blood on the leaves 

Flocka on them trees, that's blood on the leaves 

All I need a pretty face, little something to squeeze 

And it's nothing to me 

Man I came from a different lane 

I'm 'bout to cop four tickets to a Clippers game 

Make sure I wear every single fucking chain 

Not because I can, but because he can't 

But why wait, I guess it change nothing still 

I wonder why my brothers kill 

Ion wanna pop another pill 

I'm tryna find another thrill 

It's another degree 

Man, Flocka on them trees, that's blood on the leaves 

Squad! 

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