Palm Trees

Nasty C

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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
Choose 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 motherfuckin' diamond, bet 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, lean cups
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 fuck up
They got me fuck, the fucked 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' chucked up

Fixed circle, fixed circle, fixed circled, fixed, ooh
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, ooh-ooh
I need a slit-wrist whip, suicide, ooh-ooh
I flick a bitch bean, I’m the clit guru
Rest in peace OG, a nigga gone too soon
Lotta Hollywood bitches wanna fuck Zulu (hrrr)
Zulu Man (hrrr)
Hoppin' out the new-new (skrr)
My bitch coo coo and my bucks bukoo
You gon' have a problem fuckin' with the new school