PALM TREES By Nasty C & DJ Whoo Kid
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 it so up, now she gettin’ rude on me
It’s over, I’m cool, on me
[?] motherfuckin’ down and beat 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 ***
LA, palm trees
Sike sike sike sike sike sike sike
Sike the *** up
We gon’ ***, the *** up
I just buss down, you a buster, yessir
I’m a bonafide hustler
Bend a *** over like hut-hut
In the strip club ’cause I love butts
Whole lotta ones gettin’ chunked up
