Listen to Palm Trees by Tyga

Palm Trees

Tyga

Hip-Hop/Rap

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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tyga
Tyga
Vocals
Dayna Watkins
Dayna Watkins
Additional Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tyga
Tyga
Composer
Brian Parker
Brian Parker
Songwriter
Brian Wicker
Brian Wicker
Songwriter
David Stokes
David Stokes
Songwriter
Jermaine Cole
Jermaine Cole
Songwriter
Jess Jackson
Jess Jackson
Songwriter
Michael Stevenson
Michael Stevenson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The Olympicks
The Olympicks
Producer
Jess Jackson
Jess Jackson
Mixing Engineer
Matt Anthony
Matt Anthony
Assistant Recording Engineer
Michael Stevenson
Michael Stevenson
Vocal Producer

Lyrics

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 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 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 Fuck with me baby, make sure you leave with a what Course you ain't bad, fuck your cash, I pay my tab Make you a star in real life, fuck a blog nigga 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
Writer(s): Jason Blaine, Michael Stevenson, Jess Jackson, Olympiks Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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