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teejayx6 - palm trees lyrics

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cali palm trees, smoking good weed
i’m gettin’ too much bread, all my pockets obese
i own everything i got, i heard you f+ckin’ with them leases
they see me in expensive sh+t, be like: “he f+ckin’ with them pieces”
n+ggas gon have to get they own sh+t ’cause i don’t hang with no leachers
i put on drip everyday and we ain’t even close to easter
they say the good die young, but i don’t evеn wanna jinx it
i’m ballin’ on these n+ggas, they ain’t еven playing defense
the opps called off the beef ’cause this sh+t getting intense
f+ck it, i’ma just turn myself in ’cause they got my fingerprints
the opps must be shootin’ rubber bullets ’cause they ain’t ever hittin’ sh+t
i’m on my way to get some money, we ’bout to take a business trip
they said you got exotic, i checked it out, now i’m not even interested
your whole catalog ass, you don’t got a song on my playlist
i ain’t wanna work a job, so i got in the streets and took it
i worked hard for this chain and i be d+mned if you took this
i been rappin’ two years straight and haven’t missed yet
them n+ggas popped dude, okay, bet, we ’bout to get back
my b+tch wanna f+ck, i told her wait until i get back
i bought the real runtz bags and swapped the weed out with og packs
if you think you hate me now, just wait until i get a platinum plaque
you let the label signed you out a deal, you ain’t even read your contract
bought a new phone on new year’s and erased all my contacts
they see me in some drip, it’s like: “d+mn where you find that?”
i knocked a n+gga out, they like: “you must’ve went to karate class”
i was aiming for his head but the bullet hit his corona mask
what happened to the old days? man, i’m tired of these corona masks
the way these n+ggas hate me just like that situation with carole baskin
when i’m withdrawing out the bank, they be like: “sir, please bring a basket
i never seen no one with this much money in your age bracket
hold on, mr. witherspoon, i see here you haven’t payed taxes”
uh, what’s the next subject?
i was always good in math but failed every other subject
i ain’t eating sh+t from mcdonald’s, they meat processed
all these hoes be in my dm, think they obsessed
but when they see me post my girlfriend, they be upset
when you got a b+tch that’s loyal, n+gga, that’s a real flex
can you move your family out the hood? n+gga, that’s the real test
call the janitor, we just walked in the club and made a mess
take a n+gga from his family, now i got everybody stressed



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