(Intro: Nina Simone)
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Strange fruit hangin' from the poplar trees
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Blood on the leaves
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Breeze, breeze
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Blood on the leaves
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Breeze, breeze
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Blood on the leaves
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Breeze, breeze
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Black bodies
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Swinging in the southern breeze, breeze
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Strange fruit hangin' from the poplar trees
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From the poplar trees
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(Verse: Waka Flocka)
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Flocka on that bullshit again
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The preacher in the pool pit again
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You fucking losers bout to forfeit gain
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Your importance seems so enormous and then
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Your cooperate friends pull up in that 'fuck is this?'
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Turn pale when you see my fucking bucket list
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Life is super sweet, smoke the finest sour
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I'm 'bout to hand glide form the Eiffel tower
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My silent hour when I'm on stage raging
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They used to look down, now I see they face changin'
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The bass banging
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The game make them taste fame and
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You niggas lame so I guess I have to say it layman
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(Interlude)
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Waka Flocka!
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(Black bodies, swinging in the southern breeze)
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Squad nigga, you can't fuck with us nigga
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We knock the fuck ya'll niggas out
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Four years in this shit nigga, what you think?
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Breeze! Pussy
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Strange fruit hangin' from the poplar trees
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Blood on the leaves
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(Verse)
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Flocka on them trees, that's blood on the leaves
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All I need a pretty face, little something to squeeze
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And it's nothing to me
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Man I came from a different lane
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I'm 'bout to cop four tickets to a Clippers game
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Make sure I wear every single fucking chain
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Not because I can, but because he can't
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But why wait, I guess it change nothing still
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I wonder why my brothers kill
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Ion wanna pop another pill
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I'm tryna find another thrill
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It's another degree
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Man, Flocka on them trees, that's blood on the leaves
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Squad!
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Blood On The Leaves (Freestyle)
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| Waka Flocka Flame |
