WAKA FLOCKA lyrics : "Blood On The Leaves (Freestyle)"
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 hanginâ?? from the poplar trees
From the poplar trees
Flocka on that bull%#@! again
The preacher in the pool pit again
You $#&@ing losers bout to forfeit gain
Your importance seems so enormous and then
Your cooperate friends pull up in that â??$#&@ is this?â??
Turn pale when you see my $#&@ing bucket list
Life is super sweet, smoke the finest sour
Iâ??m â??bout to hand glide form the Eiffel tower
My silent hour when Iâ??m on stage raging
They used to look down, now I see they face changinâ??
The bass banging
The game make them taste fame and
You ^!$$%s lame so I guess I have to say it layman
Waka Flocka!
(Black bodies, swinging in the southern breeze)
Squad ^!$$%, you canâ??t $#&@ with us ^!$$%
We knock the $#&@ yaâ??ll ^!$$%s out
4 years in this %#@! ^!$$%, what you think?
Breeze!
#~!!@
Strange fruit hanginâ?? from the poplar trees
Blood on the leaves
Flocka on them trees, thatâ??s blood on the leaves
All I need a pretty face, little something to squeeze
And itâ??s nothing to me
Man I came from a different lane
Iâ??m â??bout to cop four tickets to a Clippers game
Make sure I wear every single $#&@ing chain
Not because I can, but because he canâ??t
But why wait, I guess it change nothing still
I wonder why my brothers kill
Ion wanna pop another pill
Iâ??m tryna find another thrill
Itâ??s another degree
Man, Flocka on them trees, thatâ??s blood on the leaves
Squad!
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