[Intro: Nina Simone] 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
[Verse 1: Waka Flocka] 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
[Interlude: Nina Simone and Flocka] 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
[Verse 2:] 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!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
