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​yvngxchris – blood on the leaves (remix) lyrics

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[intro: nina simone]
strange fruit hangin’
from the poplar trees
ayy, 2300 beats going crazy
blood on the leaves

[verse 1: yvngxchris, nina simone, & ssgkobe]
b+tch, i be k!llin’ these beats (d+mn)
i got a m16 on my body, i told that lil’ n+gga to (freeze)
i got a badass b+tch in the crib, lil’ ho just get on your knees (freeze)
i seen that lil’ n+gga up in the sky, so i just might shoot at the trees
now we got blood on the leaves
d+mn, that’s crazy as f+ck
and way before i met your mother, boy, i was a virgin, my n+gga, she made me a sl+t, okay (freeze)
she tried to f+ck on that lil’ n+gga chris, i said “baby, just pay me a buck,” okay (freeze)
shawty said, “chris, can i hold your stick,” i said, “b+tch, is you crazy or what?”
lil’ shawty, you gotta be insane (blood on the leaves)
if you f+ck with my young n+gga, aim at his membrane
and lil’ brodie, you not gang
and i don’t give a f+ck b+tch, i let my c+ck hang (freeze) sometimes, i don’t even use my stick, these f+ck n+ggas don’t wanna box mane (freeze)
and if he act like a b+tch, then i might just go pull it out and let the choppa sing, yeah (yeah)

[verse 2: ssgkobe & nina simone]
jump on this beat for a minute man (blood on the leaves)
keep me a choppa, i keep me a mini+man
n+gga ran up then the sh+t hit the ceiling fan
hop in the whip, ain’t no keys when i’m whippin’ it
he scared to shoot, i can see how he fidgetin’
he not a k!ller, i know that’s a lie
he think he [?] zoom in the whip, cybertruck be the ride
hey, hey, hey, what’s poppin’?
brodie been servin’ the work like an auction
six+hundred down on this glock, will not box him (freeze)
i love my hoe ’cause she toxic
they wanna copy my swag, all the contents (freeze)
i’m in the air, b+tch, i’m fly, need a c+ckpit
twelve found his body, forensics was shocked them
yeah, look at this bust down (blood on the leaves)
them hoes used to be saints, they all sl+ts now
n+gga ran up, think it’s sweet, he get punched down
shot up his crew [?] it ain’t fun now
stood on his block smokin’ opps ’til the sun down (freeze)
(yeah) hey, hey, hey
walk in the party, his b+tch got a crush now
(yeah) hey, hey, hey
[…]

[yvngxchris]
… (freeze)
now we got breonna on shirts ’cause n+ggas is hoes, can’t do it in peace (freeze)
and they really don’t give any justice, they target people who look like you and me (on god, blood on the leaves)
[?] they got a problem, who the f+ck they gon’ call, n+gga? not the police
[?] sold for slavery, but you don’t get it, like my n+gga…

[…]

[yvngxchris]
… (freeze)
sometimes i don’t even use my stick, these f+ck n+ggas don’t wanna box, man (freeze)
and if he act like a b+tch, then i might take the pole out and let the chop sing

[verse: ken car$on & nina simone]
(blood on the leaves)
yeah, ayy, b+tch, i be k!llin’ these beats, d+mn
i got a ar+15 on my body, i told that lil’ n+gga to… (freeze)
i got a bad ass b+tch in my crib and she waitin’ on me to put d+ck in her (freeze)
just did a drive+by and n0body lived, i called the police to come pick ’em up
because we got… (blood on the leaves)
that n+gga tried me, thought this sh+t was sweet, d+mn
i got a lil’ b+tch off the boot
my d+ck in her mouth, she said, “can i get—” (freeze)
i’m treatin’ your b+tch like a portrait, i feel basquiat, i paint her face (freeze)
she said, “ken, it’s that time of the month”, b+tch, i don’t give a f+ck, i’m runnin’ up…
[verse: ka$hdami & nina simone]
boy, i’m smoking this gas, no octane
so, just hit my phone if you need some weed
n+ggas be so mad, because i’m that n+gga that they want to— (freeze)
yo’ b+tch hit my phone like, “dami, when you eat the box and—” (freeze)
i put the stick out the window, aim at the opp, tryna let the lil’ chop go— (fft+bee)
(blood on the leaves)
he said, “[?] that n+gga ‘gon see” (freeze)
it’s crazy how n+ggas might act like your friend for the [?], then just motherf+cking leave (freeze)
but it’s okay, i just look at my bank and take it on a [spree?]
if it wasn’t for me (freeze), where would n+ggas be
if it wasn’t for dami, i would still be asleep
reading books everyday just to increase my knowledege (blood on the leaves)
the sh+t that i done, n+ggas better pay homage
dumb+ass n+gga thought he was ‘gon link with a hoe, and his ass got cooked, no sauce
i was really shooting at n+ggas (freeze)
boy, you was in the house, like lawsy
these n+ggas be [flaunting?]
ain’t no cap in my rap (freeze)
lil’ n+gga, if you try me, then you might end up in a coffin (fah)
(blood on the leaves)



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