Nasty C – Palm Trees [Lyrics + Audio]

Nasty C - Palm Trees Lyrics

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Nasty C - Palm Trees

South African rapper, Nasty C comes through with a fresh song titled “Palm Trees” off his “Zulu Mixtape“. and we are happy to drop the lyrics to the song below.


[Intro] B-B-Bankroll Got It.

[Verse 1]

I got jewels on me
Expensive ass shoes on me
I might have a deuce on me
Choose homie, lil’ mami gon’ make the move on me
Don’t get no glue on me
I done gassed it so up, now she gettin’ rude on me
It’s over, I’m cool, on me
Death by motherf–kin’ diamond
Bet my chain, lookin’ like a noose on me.

[Chorus]

Giddy up, giddy up, giddy up
LA, palm trees
All I see is C cups, D cups
E cups, link ups
Dirty money still gettin’ cleaned up (Yeah)
You could be allergic to a million other things
All I really wanna know is do you eat nuts? (Yeah)
My chain make ’em freeze up like police gun
LA, palm trees.

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[Verse 2]

Si sike, si sike, si sike
Si sike the fvck up
They done fvcked the fvck up
I just buss down, you’re a busta
I just buss down, you’re a buster, yessir
I’m a bonafide hustler
Bend a b!tch over like hut-hut
In the strip club ’cause I love butts
Whole lotta ones gettin’ chunked up
Fixed circle
Fixed circle
Fixed circle
Fixed
Typical ghetto kid
I rocks the grills even though I get terrible lisp
Typical ghetto kid
Might hit the shower 3 times just to switch up the fix.

Don’t make me call up the pits
Somebody put one on your chest like vicks
Got big tit ch!cks in the sheets (ooooo)
I need a slit wrist whip, suicide (Boo hoo)
I flick a b!tch bean, I’m the clit guru
Rest in peace OG, niqqa gone too soon
Lotta Hollywood b!tches wanna fvck (Zulu).

Zulu Man
Hopping out the Nu nu
My b!tch cuko
My bucks bukoo
You gone have a problem fvckin with the new school.

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[Verse 3]

Si sike, si sike, si sike
Si sike the fvck up
They done fvcked the fvck up
I just buss down, you’re a busta
I just buss down, you’re a buster, yessir
I’m a bonafide hustler
Bend a b!tch over like hut-hut
In the strip club ’cause I love butts
Whole lotta ones gettin’ chunked up
I have got jewels on me
Expensive a$$ shoes on me
I might have a deuce on me
Choose on me
Lil mami gone make the move on me

Don’t get no glue on me
I done gassed this hoe up
Now she getting rude on me
Its over, Im cool on it
Death by mutha fvckin diamond
Bet my chain looking like a noose on me.

Giddy up, giddy up, giddy up
LA, palm trees
All I see is C cups, D cups
E cups, link ups
Dirty money still gettin’ cleaned up (Yeah)
You could be allergic to a million other things
All I really wanna know is do you eat nuts? (Yeah)
My chain make ’em freeze up like police gun
LA, palm trees

Sike sike sike sike sike sike sike
Sike the fuck up
We gon’ fuck, the fuck up
I just buss down, you a buster, yessir
I’m a bonafide hustler
Bend a bitch over like hut-hut
In the strip club ’cause I love butts
Whole lotta ones gettin’ chunked up

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