Palm Trees Lyrics

(B-B-Bankroll Got It)

I got jewels on me
Expensive ass shoes on me
I might have a deuce on me
Choose homie, lil' mami gon' make the move on me
Don't get no glue on me
I done gassed this hoe up, now she gettin' rude on me
It's over, I'm cool, on me
Death by a motherf*ckin' diamond bih my chain lookin' like a noose on me

Giddy up, giddy up, giddy up
LA, palm trees
All I see is C cups, D cups
E cups, link ups
Dirty money still gettin' cleaned up (Yeah) You could be allergic to a million other things
All I really wanna know is do you eat nuts? (Yeah)
My chain make 'em freeze up like police gun
LA, palm trees

Sike sike sike sike sike sike sike
Sike the f*ck up
We gon' f*ck, the f*ck up
I just buss down, you a buster, yessir
I'm a bonafide hustler
Bend a bitch over like hut-hut
In the strip club 'cause I love butts
Whole lotta ones gettin' chunked up

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