Nasty C x DJ Whoo Kid – Palm Trees Lyrics

Nasty C Palm Trees Lyrics

[Intro]
B-B-Bankroll Got It

[Verse 1]
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

[Chorus]
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 gun
LA, palm trees

[Verse 2]
[?]
[?] the fuck up
We gon’ fuck, the fuck 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’ chunked up