Tell them people we ain't leaving go adjust dude
Your brother tried to suck my d but i ain't no fruit
I make her cum a lot
The only fruit he coulda taught,
Spittin written and forbidden lines
When i get my hands on nines
Strange fruit since billie holiday had it quoted,
We never tattle, let god handle that
My lady, my baby
Low hanging fruit that was me
This for my niggas hustlin until they last minute
We challenge the system when it bears strange fruit
And danced around the house in all-over print panties
Strange fruit grew from wicked roots, you'd fiend for money trees
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