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blood on the leaves - burna bandz & fb lyrics

[intro]
(keystone)

[chorus: burna bandz]
slide on my lonely, i don’t need no co*dependent
too many rollies, i need to feel more [received?]
it’s too many glizzies, gon’ need to feel more
it’s too many glizzies, gon’ need to feel more switches
had to burn a few bridges, it was bad for business
look at me now, it ain’t hard to see young n*gga winnin’
told crodie, “get a [pity?],” gave him twenty*five the sentence
i can feel the tension, that’s why my clips extended

[verse 1: fb]
that’s why my clips extended ’cause, b*tch, i’m from the trenches
hе got hit up in his head, i bet he lеarnt his lesson
[detroit?] where we catch him, i hope they get the message
i got some cros doin’ time and got some cros that’s stressin’
so why i can’t get no sleep? trappin’, man, i gotta eat
i used to live of robberies, i promise ain’t no stoppin’ me
crodie caught a body and that sh*t feel like the lottery
had to get it on my own, but that sh*t didn’t bother me
’cause, n*gga, i’m a trapper, and, n*gga, you a b*tch
i treat the ho like a thot, and she treat you like a trick
could’ve went and buy some ice, but i went and bought a brick
it ain’t christmas, but we creepin’ ’round your house like the grinch
and i really love burna, n*gga, that’s my bro for life
twenty*five the sentence gave my n*gga 47 life
from the day to the night, told the [cops?], “free the guys”
if i think about my past, probably make me wanna cry
all i know is homicide, all i know is yellow tape
had to really play the [?] ’cause they almost gave me ache
shoutout pressa ’cause my crodie really f*ckin’ up the place
and it’s wass gang ’til i go, i’ma see that to my grave, grr
[chorus: burna bandz]
slide on my lonely, i don’t need no co*dependent
too many rollies, i need to feel more [received?]
it’s too many glizzies, gon’ need to feel more
it’s too many glizzies, gon’ need to feel more switches
had to burn a few bridges, it was bad for business
look at me now, it ain’t hard to see young n*gga winnin’
told crodie, “get a [pity?],” gave him twenty*five the sentence
i can feel the tension, that’s why my clips extended

[verse 2: fb]
[?] through the seven, i can’t wait to catch him
make the .40 bless him, like that sh*t a reverend
they keep droppin’ on this [?], why you think we steppin’?
draco hit him like a kickbox, we ain’t wrestlin’
we ain’t tusslin’, we ain’t flossin’
twenty*five to life, they gave that to my cousin
told ’em, “free the real,” n*ggas know we bossin’
ah, n*ggas know we bossin’
we (grr), we sippin’ on some lean, man, that’s rubber tossin’
i get in quick and get a garment, that sh*t is nothing
you can try me if you want, if you think i’m bluffin’
my momma told me, “leave the trap,” but you know i love it

- burna bandz fb lyrics

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