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Palm Trees
115
Hip-Hop/Rap
Palm Trees was released on April 25, 2023 by Off The Mussle Records as a part of the album Palm Trees - Single
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Release DateApril 25, 2023
LabelOff The Mussle Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM103

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Blue Pesos
Blue Pesos
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Gregory Archie
Gregory Archie
Lyrics

Lyrics

I got ninety-nine problems for you
Run an allstar team, I'm the first option
Real talk, you'll get flipped, don't be hot doggin'
**** in my face bein' haters 'cause I'm top dog
Where my juice? 'Cause this clock got me cuttin' mouse
Spittin' too much fire in the booth, "P, chill out"
Ain't got nothin' for him, I don't know why he's got his hand out
Bump and grind with Mei Ling, sixty seconds, then I shook after
Out with the bag, couple thousand and start breakdancin'
All my friends are dead, who is yours? Mine is Ben Franklin
Leave a **** flatlined, I'm ridin' 'round with Kel-Tec
I'll block the 'Gram and number, how the fuck this bitch still textin'?
No matter what the circumstances is, bitch, I'm still the act
Bum **** starin' at my plate like where my meal at?
You gon' die, it ain't rocket science, nah, I ain't Bill Nye
Couple good friends to give me chops for a good price
Don't come to LA, it ain't just sunshines and palm trees
Ridin' with that shit on, flip him in a sully
You ain't do a thing but keep sayin' that you saw me
Do-it-for-the-'Gram-ass ****, can't stall you (Shit)
Don't come to LA, it ain't just sunshines and palm trees
Ridin' with that shit on, flip him in a sully (Shit)
You ain't do a thing but keep sayin' that you saw me
Do-it-for-the-'Gram-ass ****, can't stall him
A Sully sweatsuit, I'm mud walkin' through Hell
When they thought I would fail, I prevailed
I want big uchies from her, lil' bro, nothin' else
For real, if I go down for a bite, he post bail
Sleezy thoughts off a four of Wock', talkin' with the Devil
Can't nobody else save you, rather ride by my lonely
In my DMs droppin' dimes, **** police
I got PTSD, don't approach me
Born and raised South Central, I put on
If you really tryna eat, everybody play they roll
Double park, let it spark, leave that cellular at home
Think twice 'for you call me, lil' bro
Miss me with it, **** want war, bring that fully here
Send that drop over, we'll be there in about twenty minutes
This ain't the city to be tourin', it ain't safe
Long live the Don, I'm still trippin' every day, ugh
You know what the fuck goin' on
**** keep hatin'
We keep winnin'
My stats gon' keep gettin' bigger
Keep makin' **** look stupid
Thought it was a L
Think twice, buddy
Shit
Don't come to LA, it ain't just sunshines and palm trees
Ridin' with that shit on, flip him in a sully
You ain't do a thing but keep sayin' that you saw me
Do-it-for-the-'Gram-ass ****, can't stall you
Bitch, do-it-for-the-'Gram-ass ****
You can't get stalled, bro
Sorry
No can do
Skrrt-skrrt-skrrt
Yeah, it's that time
Ugh
Written by: Gregory Archie
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