Palm Trees
Called my girl like where you at though
You on the way side chick up out the back door
Just got done givin the bitch the back stroke
Flexible as hell so I made her bend her back low
New car hell yea baby dats dope
You on top damn girl what you mad for
You saw two girls leaving the house
Like my nigga TIP said damn girl where they at though
You don't even really know how to act though
When a real nigga staring at you
Now you staring at me while I'm glaring at you
I be puttin in work while you baring the fruit
When you acting bananas girl I'm preparing to shoot
When you up in the club I be here in the booth
But you can't even tell when you hearing the truth
Put the weed in my hand while I'm chillin with you
The palm trees
Started with a dollar and a dream my nigga
No director shooting movie scenes my nigga
Lookin stupid while you chillin sippin lean my nigga
Spittin shit that you ain't ever really seen my nigga
Sellin my soul for the green my nigga
Hell naw better follow your dream my nigga
Better go and find yourself a better team my nigga
I tell em
Why these niggas wanna try me man
Hotel party leave em the lobby man
Before you make a move gotta run it by me man
Leave the shit lookin like its zombie land
Let a nigga try me
Even with a map you could never find
Parked car in a fire lane never fine me
Pop tart in a toaster never mind me
I say stupid shit
But don't back down from it of its lucrative
I got a pack of palm trees maybe you could hit
I got a heavy sack of weed maybe you could lift
And when I get a lot of money Ima take a trip
And when I get up in the booth Ima make a hit
And if my nigga got the lean Ima take a sip
I said this the last one then I gotta dip
Oh shit
But wait before I let you go
I just wanted to let you know
You used to mean the world to me
Now I don't care where you go
And when you out here feeling low
In the winter time girl you feeling cold
And when your man tell you no
Don't bring your ass to my show
You said I wasn't original
And I'm just like really hoe
Now you up in the media
Like you supposed to steal the show
But can't nobody steal my flow
Cuz I just reached the pinnacle
And you can't even sign your name
I ain't got no pen to loan
You on the way side chick up out the back door
Just got done givin the bitch the back stroke
Flexible as hell so I made her bend her back low
New car hell yea baby dats dope
You on top damn girl what you mad for
You saw two girls leaving the house
Like my nigga TIP said damn girl where they at though
You don't even really know how to act though
When a real nigga staring at you
Now you staring at me while I'm glaring at you
I be puttin in work while you baring the fruit
When you acting bananas girl I'm preparing to shoot
When you up in the club I be here in the booth
But you can't even tell when you hearing the truth
Put the weed in my hand while I'm chillin with you
The palm trees
Started with a dollar and a dream my nigga
No director shooting movie scenes my nigga
Lookin stupid while you chillin sippin lean my nigga
Spittin shit that you ain't ever really seen my nigga
Sellin my soul for the green my nigga
Hell naw better follow your dream my nigga
Better go and find yourself a better team my nigga
I tell em
Why these niggas wanna try me man
Hotel party leave em the lobby man
Before you make a move gotta run it by me man
Leave the shit lookin like its zombie land
Let a nigga try me
Even with a map you could never find
Parked car in a fire lane never fine me
Pop tart in a toaster never mind me
I say stupid shit
But don't back down from it of its lucrative
I got a pack of palm trees maybe you could hit
I got a heavy sack of weed maybe you could lift
And when I get a lot of money Ima take a trip
And when I get up in the booth Ima make a hit
And if my nigga got the lean Ima take a sip
I said this the last one then I gotta dip
Oh shit
But wait before I let you go
I just wanted to let you know
You used to mean the world to me
Now I don't care where you go
And when you out here feeling low
In the winter time girl you feeling cold
And when your man tell you no
Don't bring your ass to my show
You said I wasn't original
And I'm just like really hoe
Now you up in the media
Like you supposed to steal the show
But can't nobody steal my flow
Cuz I just reached the pinnacle
And you can't even sign your name
I ain't got no pen to loan
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Writer(s): Tal Jones
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