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Michael Ray Nguyen-Stevenson, spíše známý pod přezdívkou Tyga je americký rapper z Gardena v Kalifornii. V roce 2011 Tyga podepsal smlouvu s Young Money Entertainment, Cash Money Records a Republic Records. Nejprve se zviditelnil jeho debutním...
Píseň: Palm Trees
- Interpret:
- Tyga
- Album:
- Hotel California
[Hook] Niggas wanna stop me like the Nazi Getting money like Illuminati Look up and see the palm trees, fuck everybody Palm trees, fuck everybody All I see is the money, buried over the struggle I know religion got me, too cheap to sell my soul though So fuck every commy, palm trees Fuck everybody, palm trees [Verse] Clearly these niggas can’t see me like black & white TV So pretend that you hear me like Stevie Let’s call it, leave and fuck you We’ve been discussing our salary You chiefin, pass the blunt, Pray that you live, have a dissy Tires screeching, swerving paparazzi I could have relieve in 91 gas from Chevron, Rolls Royce like Heron Warrior, like Cleon; girls, they like to cling on Give em hard dick one time then that boy gone I hot box Ferrari to my latest songs, H Crown, did 5, glad my nigga made it home These bitches fronting, claiming they ain’t hoes Actin like the single life, the way that go ball all alone All-white neighborhood, I feel alone 8 bedrooms, let my thoughts roam And one day king will realize his throne When you pop T-Raww, morals in you fairly strong I love making that shit that you can sing along Getting head while you’re high That’s my way you’re getting blown Used to talk to these kids through the Styrofoam Now we talk for millions on the microphone Jewelry cashed back then the zip locked No job to them rogue niggas Kick rocks, white socks Clean nigga, court side, Fact not, see you making it rain, nigga that’s all you got All night, that’s what you got Fuck with me baby, make sure you leave with a wad Course you ain’t bad, fuck your cash, I pay my tab Make you a star in real life, fuck a blog, nigga [Hook] Niggas wanna stop me like the Nazi Getting money like Illuminati Look up and see the palm trees, fuck everybody Palm trees, fuck everybody All I see is the money, buried over the struggle I know religion got me, too cheap to sell my soul though So fuck every commy, palm trees Fuck everybody, palm trees