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BOA- BLOOD ON THE LEAVES FREESTYLE

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BOA- BLOOD ON THE LEAVES FREESTYLE Lyrics

(aye)

Its Just me Nigga
Its Just me Nigga
Gotta Stay Focused and Stay Humble Nigga
Yall don't wanna see a nigga make it out here
They ain't in my shoes they ain't out here

Now im sayin La-di-Da
As I walk on the road on my own diddy-bop
Im stayin motivated past the damn city cops
An Im freestylin nigga like ah (unaudible) wow (cheyea2x)
Check it Check it

La-di-da La-di-da
Boy Im bouta get of
Its Always gon be a Hater
I gotta get this hate off
I gotta fuckin get this hate off
Like boy he bouta really get off?

(HAHAHA)

It's just production baby
Still have empires to go
*smokes
You still got it tho
YeA
YeA

Vision of bitches Im losin religion
The sinning exhibits the leaders imprisoned
Ignorin the limits im breakin the vices
No longer im timid accepting the feeling
Give to my niggas
Do Good with my people
Big Business Curtoseys Invented Society in a black dimension as the white borders the blessings

Class is in session
Neglect clever deception
Face the evil as the evil judge the bad in question
I watched niggas do rap videos in my 11s
Talking bout they got this talkin bout they got that
Well why ya brother behind the corner store hi off that Crack
An he bouta rape the daughter U sold that loud pack

Nigga how u like that?
That shit is ocean smooth
And please dont shoot me down the earth needs to make room!
Conceive and Consume
You a perpetrator Cannan Brother peepin daddy Jewels
I'm preachin Cham No offense fam
Im building bethlemham just buried babylon
Big trash bag in my house full of bitches thongs
Sometimes i got it bad because when im alone
I smell and remember how each one moaned
Now the ceilings gone!
Hello Metropolis
Propertys my monopolys
Used to run with the populace model bitches hop off of me
Pink knees get wobbly
Sip the sock till she sloppin me
Broke Neck gettin bloddy rope
Figaro Here I go!!!

Mystical Im militant propel in the yoga gym
Have you seen my Yoga flame that dame wit them yoga hips
She got the yogurt lips she gargle while she yodelin
Take the bitch hold the bitch have my overages!
Hold that shit nigga 2X

U let ya soul go in her ovaries?
CHild support Blood sport you figure you owin me?
Now you owein me forever you is oweing me?
We all victims of the system!
All that damn noise they missed em!!

Look for quasan im still livin
Im so sick son
And you know what!!!!
Bitch im mega shit and i got that shit thata make you shit
That shit a spread like the AIDS VIRUS
Im talkin intelligence
This is as rare as it gets
An what if i told you im throwing my warm up pitch
Closer like getting hitched
Leave you open like getting ditched

SHarper than shaolin kicks u shadow come shadow with this!
FUCK THE WORLD AND LET EM DIE
FUCK THE WORLD AND LET EM FRY
Bitches left me behind
Hoes thought i was finished
Slept under them benches
Cops came
We ran ova them fences

Niggas gave love that shit was fake as fuck
An bitches wanna give love but thats fake as fuck
All for green bucks now Ion give a fuck dick hittin like angel dust

Stayin so positive
In my own realm
Tell momma im on my way an thats So Real

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