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Nasty C - Palm Trees Lyrics
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(B-B-Bankroll got it)

I got jewels on me
Expensive ass shoes on me
I might have a deuce on me
Chose on me, 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, bet my chain lokin' like a nose on me

Giddy up, giddy up, giddy up
L.A., 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
L.A., palm trees

Sike sike sike sike sike sike sike
Sike the f*ck up
They gon' f*ck, the f*ck up
I just buss down, you a buster, yes sir
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

Fixed circle
Fixed circle
Fixed circled
Fixed, oh
Typical, ghetto kid
I rock the grills even though I get terrible lisp
Typical, ghetto kid
Might hit the shower three times, just to switch up the fits
Don't make me call up the pits
Somebody put one on your chest like Vicks

Got big tit chicks, in the sheets, oh-oh
I need a slit-wrist whip, suicide, oh-oh
I flick a bitch bean, I'm the clit guru
Rest in peace OG, a nigga gone to son
Lotta' Hollywood bitches wanna f*ck Zulu
Zulu Man
Hoppin' out the new-new
My bitch co co and my bucks buko
You gon' have a problem f*ckin' with the new school

Sike sike sike sike sike sike sike
Sike the f*ck up
They got me f*ck, the f*cked up
I just buss down, you a buster, yes sir
I'm a bonafide hustler
Bend a bitch over like hut-hut
In the strip club 'cause I love butts
Whole lotta' ones gettin' chucked up

I got jewels on me
Expensive ass shoes on me
I might have a deuce on me
Chose on me, 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, bet my chain lokin' like a nose on me
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(B-B-Bankroll got it)

I got jewels on me
Expensive ass shoes on me
I might have a deuce on me
Chose on me, 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, bet my chain lokin' like a nose on me

Giddy up, giddy up, giddy up
L.A., 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
L.A., palm trees

Sike sike sike sike sike sike sike
Sike the f*ck up
They gon' f*ck, the f*ck up
I just buss down, you a buster, yes sir
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

Fixed circle
Fixed circle
Fixed circled
Fixed, oh
Typical, ghetto kid
I rock the grills even though I get terrible lisp
Typical, ghetto kid
Might hit the shower three times, just to switch up the fits
Don't make me call up the pits
Somebody put one on your chest like Vicks

Got big tit chicks, in the sheets, oh-oh
I need a slit-wrist whip, suicide, oh-oh
I flick a bitch bean, I'm the clit guru
Rest in peace OG, a nigga gone to son
Lotta' Hollywood bitches wanna f*ck Zulu
Zulu Man
Hoppin' out the new-new
My bitch co co and my bucks buko
You gon' have a problem f*ckin' with the new school

Sike sike sike sike sike sike sike
Sike the f*ck up
They got me f*ck, the f*cked up
I just buss down, you a buster, yes sir
I'm a bonafide hustler
Bend a bitch over like hut-hut
In the strip club 'cause I love butts
Whole lotta' ones gettin' chucked up

I got jewels on me
Expensive ass shoes on me
I might have a deuce on me
Chose on me, 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, bet my chain lokin' like a nose on me
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Writer: Joel Banks, Nsikayesizwe David Junior Ngcobo, Simmie Sims Iii, Taylor Banks
Copyright: Lyrics © Freibank Musikverlags und vermarktungs GmbH, Royalty Network, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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