Palm Trees

Tyga

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    Niggas wanna stop me like the nazi
    Getting money like illuminati
    Look up and see the palm trees, fuck everybody
    Palm trees, fuck everybody
    All I see is the money, buried over the struggle
    I know religion got me, too cheap to sell my soul though
    So fuck every commy, palm trees
    Fuck everybody, palm trees

    Clearly these niggas can’t see me like black & white tv
    So pretend that you hear me like stevie
    Let’s call it, leave and fuck you
    We’ve been discussing our salary
    You chiefin, pass the blunt,
    Pray that you live, have a dissy
    Tires screeching, swerving paparazzi
    I could have relieve in 91 gas from chevron, rolls royce like heron
    Warrior, like cleon; girls, they like to cling on
    Give em hard dick one time then that boy gone
    I hot box ferrari to my latest songs, h crown, did 5, glad my nigga made it home
    These bitches fronting, claiming they ain’t hoes
    Actin like the single life, the way that go ball all alone
    All-white neighborhood, I feel alone
    8 Bedrooms, let my thoughts roam
    And one day king will realize his throne
    When you pop t-raww, morals in you fairly strong
    I love making that shit that you can sing along
    Getting head while you’re high
    That’s my way you’re getting blown
    Used to talk to these kids through the styrofoam
    Now we talk for millions on the microphone
    Jewelry cashed back then the zip locked
    No job to them rogue niggas
    Kick rocks, white socks
    Clean nigga, court side,
    Fact not, see you making it rain, nigga that’s all you got
    All night, that’s what you got
    Fuck with me baby, make sure you leave with a wad
    Course you ain’t bad, fuck your cash, I pay my tab
    Make you a star in real life, fuck a blog, nigga

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    Niggas wanna stop me like the nazzi
    Getting money like illuminati
    Look up and see the palm trees, fuck everybody
    Palm trees, fuck everybody
    All I see is the money, buried over the struggle
    I know religion got me, too cheap to sell my soul though
    So fuck every commy, palm trees
    Fuck everybody, palm trees

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