Palm Trees

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Tyga

Michael Ray Nguyen-Stevenson (born November 19, 1989), better known by his stage name Tyga (an acronym for Thank You God Always), is an American rapper signed to Young Money Entertainment, Cash Money Records and Universal Republic Records. He first received recognition with his debut single "Coconut Juice", featuring his cousin Travie McCoy. Since then he has signed to Young Money and released his major label debut Careless World: Rise of the Last King. The album included the chart topping singles "Faded", "Far Away" and "Make It Nasty". He plans to release his third studio album in March of 2013 entitled "Hotel California". more »

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2013

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Niggas wanna stop me like the nazzi
Getting money like Illuminati
Look up and see the palm trees, f*ck everybody
Palm trees, f*ck everybody
All I see is the money, buried over the struggle
I know religion got me, too cheap to sell my soul though
So f*ck every commy, palm trees
F*ck everybody, palm trees

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 f*ck 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 play on girls, they like to cling on
Give em hard dick one time then that boy gone
I bop 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
Alright 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
F*ck with me baby, make sure you leave with a what
Course you ain’t bad, f*ck your cash, I pay my tab
Make you a star in real life, f*ck a blog nigga

Niggas wanna stop me like the nazzi
Getting money like Illuminati
Look up and see the palm trees, f*ck everybody
Palm trees, f*ck everybody
All I see is the money, buried over the struggle
I know religion got me, too cheap to sell my soul though
So f*ck every commy, palm trees
F*ck everybody, palm trees

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