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Snoop Dogg - Blood On The Leaves Glenn Acy Y Guaracha House Mafia Remix Lyrics

[Intro: Nina Simone]
Guaracha House Mafia
Blood on the leaves

[Verse 1: Kanye West]
I just need to clear my mind now
It's been racin' since the summertime
Now I'm holdin' down the summer now
And all I want is what I can't buy now
'Cause I ain't got the money on me right now
And I told you to wait
Yeah, I told you to wait
So I'ma need a little more time now
'Cause I ain't got the money on me right now
And I thought you could wait
Yeah, I thought you could wait
These bitches surroundin' me (Black bodies)
All want something out me
Then they talk about me
Would be lost without me
We could've been somebody (Guaracha House Mafia)
Thought you'd be different 'bout it
Now I know you naughty
So let's get on with it
We could've been somebody
'Stead, you had to tell somebody
Let's take it back to the first party
When you tried your first molly
[Verse 2: Kanye West]
To all my second-string bitches, tryin' get a baby
Tryin' get a baby, now you talkin' crazy
I don't give a damn if you used to talk to JAY-Z
He ain't with you, he with Beyoncé, you need to stop actin' lazy
She Instagram herself like #BadBitchAlert
He Instagram his watch like #MadRichAlert
He only wanna see that ass in reverse
Two-thousand-dollar bag with no cash in your purse
Now you sittin' courtside, wifey on the other side
Gotta keep 'em separated, I call that apartheid
Then she said she pregnant-ated, that's the night your heart died
Then you gotta go into your girl and report that
Main reason 'cause your pastor said you can't abort that
Now your driver say that new Benz, you can't afford that
All that cocaine on the table, you can't snort that
That go into that, all that money that the court got

[Outro: Kanye West & Nina Simone]
Strange fruit hangin' from the poplar trees
From the poplar trees
That summer night holdin' long and long, 'din long (Breeze, breeze)
No waiting for the summer rose and (Breeze)
And breathe and breathe (Guaracha House Mafia)
And breathe and breathe (Breeze, breeze)
And breathe and breathe (Black bodies swinging in the Southern breeze)
And live and learn (Breeze)
And live and learn (Strange fruit hangin')
And livin' and livin' like I’m lonely (From the poplar trees)
Lonely, lonely (From the poplar trees)
And livin' all I have
And livin' all (Breeze, breeze)
And live (Blood on the leaves)
And live (Breeze, breeze, PMC)