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letra de palm trees - may rock

[intro: wiz khalifa interview]
guy: how many times have you got jacked for, for weed now?
wiz: a lot
guy: a lot?
wiz: like, more, like, more than eighteen
guy: alright, so here’s the thing…how many get that many, and get a day named after them in pittsburgh?
wiz: (laughs) well, you know, uh, weed is a peaceful drug

[verse 1: may rock]
uh, it’s funny how people agree with society
“weed is bad”, but saves lives, oh the irony
all i do is smoke that green, like botany
this ain’t a rap, this my autobiography
lines from loose leaf, i ain’t tryna save the trees
on the road to riches, no fees, just breeze
i am moi, i am rock, very nice, oh that’s right
man this sh-t too strong, i be in the limelight
smoke a legarrette blount, like i ran off the plug
i am floating sky high, cuz i’m on some kind of drug and um
you know what they say, if the shoe fits
so throw shade like the hoes i went to school with
up in the clouds touch the sky, that’s my physique
all my verses fire like snapchat streaks
f-ck you thought this was, like a gram, i’m a g
smoking out the bowl, different strand every week
i guess you’re better off dead, coffin
smoke the weed, i’m coughin, rozay bossin
just do it big out in texas, austin
sh-t brazy got big b’s, like boston
stick with the chronic like my name dr. dre
and the only girl i know that never cheats is mary jane
smoke weed, palm trees, south east
i got no cl-ss, i’m enrolled at ut doe (ooouuu)

[verse 2: zackwoods]
your florida b-tch a thot
i porked her on the block under palm trees a lot
come in real quick, with your f-cking b-tch
what she do to me? well dude she sucked my f-cking d-ck
if you bout to cry about it, then you’re a p-ssy dude
your girl don’t want you, just let her come to my crib
b-tt naked, she ain’t stealing, shouts out to weezy
that is some f-cking bars off sorry for the wait 2
but sorry for the f-cking weight, i got three pounds on me
so that’s why your car smells like f-cking bud buddy
bud buddy cianci, that’s my f-cking dude
he be robbing the state cause he’s not a jew
he’s italian, so that’s why he’s cool for it
but when jews rob people i get really p-ssed off
don’t do that sh-t use your mouth to suck me
don’t f-cking talk b-tch, you aren’t funny
i don’t wanna hear that sh-t, d-ck up in your tummy
real quick, what’s that black movie? oh that sh-t’s belly
come back around got the best weed in town
say your b-tch to suck it now, chop it down i flip a pound
real quick, might hit a l!ck, on your f-cking crib
what did i take? your f-cking baby crib
your f-cking sister’s a b-tch, and she sucked my f-cking d-ck
then i robbed her f-cking room and i took all of her sh-t (hoedling)

[outro: schoolboy q and mac miller]
n-ggas pulled me over (yeah) asked me for my license and registration (right)
i give ‘em my license and registration (as you should)
and he got the nerve to tell me i smell like weed
n-gga you asked for my license and registration
of course i smell like weed, n-gga i smoke weed!

- may rock

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