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blood on the leaves freestyle - t1 (silwood) lyrics

[intro]
you know, you know
free the f*cking bandits, man
you know man, free the t’s man
t’s up or 3’s up (ayy, 239 on these, going crazy)
look
(blood on the leaves)

[verse 1: t1]
and if i saw anything, **** get wet
the mandem can’t wait for the nets, so he jump out gang, tryna see man* (bleed)
drill done, then i go to my ex, it was cowgirl boo, when i make out*
tryna cuff a young man, oh please, i was sitting in the trench, no p’s
on the streets, better start off your element (blood on the leaves), c9 with the rambo, man its elegant
he can’t lack around here, man, its evident, 1*1 moves, see the gang gеt relevant (bleed)
don’t run, don’t slip, bando kush the onе with the fins on hip (bleed)
3 gangz, 3 j, 3 trickz with the meddling, kids tryna take them risk (let’s go)
tryna take them risk (blood on the leaves), take them strips, well i eat, wanna sh*t them hits
got mistress cuffed for the grain, its lit, hands on, that mac got the ting on* (me)
i’m involved in the streets, these people can’t stop, for the feds wanna bush out
syria s, you know the gang cleaning, the boy can’t do like weed
hands on the back (blood on the leaves), you know the man’s paddling, had a leg on my shoulder, elephant
burn in bits, yea, she wanting everything, sweet like bow with the midterm
couple 3’s, no rip, but the grand hill starts in the middle (let’s get it, let’s get it)
nah
we don’t leg that 3s
(blood on the leaves)
[bridge:t1]
from ot and t sh*t
man, from serious s sh*t, man
free the f*cking bandits, man
3 trickz, 3 [?], 3 cz, 3 j1
trust me man, t’s have turned into f*cking freezer
you know, man
look

[verse 2:t1]
i need this shorty, like l about (blood on the leaves), don’t ya?
old school, you used to slide in the focus (skrrt)
and the gang disappearing, no hocus, pocus
spot a boy dead on roasting
spot a boy dead on smoking
i diddibop there, when i heard he got folded
i mean, i do no facts, like logan
6 bullets in your opp blood, what you holding?(grata, grata)
t’s up in the grill (blood on the leaves), now i stop, the dancing folk with the mandem know this (woi, woi)
can’t come here if you rock with the opps
we do a son, then fancy a jordan
i get a call from the drop, now i’m rolling
6 man squash in the things, no mourning
old school tactics, do it like trojan
we got the b*tch in the pitch, no folding
(blood on the leaves)
and i’m with the same gang, that’s we (ting, ting)
old school on the block, throwing 3’s up, i’m nothing like knots when i told man*
had a girl one time in the room, had the mum come in, drop the pits, and*
hp cam and the girl turn free, then the n*gga, my bros, not weak
m on the block, with a man like mitch
i got a steal with the bl!ck, can’t glitch
alhamduillah, if i make this trip, if not, can t**z? she’s doing it like trickz
things, doing it for the bread, mans cattin’, i need that pattern, i need that liz
miss, roll the man there, still chattin’, the mans stay ratting, they ain’t on p*ss
blood on the leaves (woi, woi)
[outro]
f*cking t man
free up s, man
free the f*cking bandits, man
f*ck the f*cking opps, you know?

- t1 silwood lyrics

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