paroles de chanson Blood On The Leaves - Waka Flocka Flame
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
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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1 Studio
2 Love Me No More
3 Draft Day
4 Turn Down For What
5 Pussy
6 Lights (Freestyle)
7 0-100 (Freestyle)
8 Confused
9 Move That Dope
10 Trap Hop
11 3 Gold Chains
12 Danny Glover (Remix)
13 Hundredz
14 Slippin
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