Wiz Khalifa - Palm trees lyrics

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Wiz Khalifa - Palm trees lyrics

We fly lit Three fives zips Gotta drive multiple whips Came with two dips and seen both of them kiss I’ma run circles ’round y’all n***a ’til I make y’all sick I’ma keep lettin’ y’all hate the game and the way I play it Nobu dinner she on my team I know she a winner Ain’t no begginer I mastered the style I evented Learned how to handle my business Palm trees drank filled up with bomb weed Khaki shorts and long sleeves Don’t say much but all the b*tches want me Fantical shots at a n***a so I don’t got a bulletproof car (Bulletproof car) Pull up in all of them whips and they all tinted don’t know who we are (Know who we are) Remember I used to just shoot for the clouds now I shoot for the stars (I go for the stars) You fu*kin’ with me and you gonna get game and your gonna get bars And now I got too many h**s I hand ’em out once I don’t even know I’m apart I’m shoppin’ and makin’ my clothes They sayin’ I’m too hard I told you that I was gon’ win As soon as I open the door and they lettin’ me star And they takin’ one look at my wrist Get hella impressed they don’t even know what it cost Come sit down with the boss You pocket change we millionairs Pick one I can call ’em I ain’t thinkin’ in the past lil’ b***h I’m movin’ forward ni**as my age lookin’ hella stressed but I’m enjoyin’ it You regular and this n***a important We fly lit Three fives zips Gotta drive multiple whips Came with two dips and seen both of them kiss I’ma run circles ’round y’all n***a ’til I make y’all sick I’ma keep lettin’ y’all hate the game and the way I play it Nobu dinner she on my team I know she a winner Ain’t no begginer I mastered the style I evented Learned how to handle my business Palm trees drank filled up with bomb weed Khaki shorts and long sleeves Don’t say much but all the b*tches want me I don’t say much ’cause the money talk for me Grab a paper grind a tree up roll it up and spark a tree (Hahaha) By the youngin’s got some game and yeah they got it all from me By the b*tches safe to say it’s hard to keep ’em off of me Now they see I got the money made it double up Got your n***a actin’ troublesome I got a couple friends but I done fu*ked with some I got a couple b*tches ain’t in love with none Gotta handle business I ain’t finished ’til I’m done Big crib pick which one Big tree mean big lungs Ten b*tches that’s big fun You pocket change we millionairs Pick one I can call ’em I ain’t thinkin’ in the past lil’ b***h I’m movin’ forward ni**as my age lookin’ hella stressed but I’m enjoyin’ it You regular and this n***a important We fly lit Three fives zips Gotta drive multiple whips Came with two dips and seen both of them kiss I’ma run circles ’round y’all n***a ’til I make y’all sick I’ma keep lettin’ y’all hate the game and the way I play it Nobu dinner she on my team I know she a winner Ain’t no begginer I mastered the style I evented Learned how to handle my business Palm trees drank filled up with bomb weed Khaki shorts and long sleeves Don’t say much but all the b*tches want meee