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letra de palm trees - sir hop

(verse)
it seem like every time i drop, that sh-t go hard
p-ssport, work visa, and that bank card, oh god
i’m only here for the bankroll
no time for the fake hoes
if i find the time i might fly to naij and find a wife out in lagos
or a bae in montego
n-gga need a p-ssport just to court
plus i been hustlin’ for so long it feel like i’m rappin’ just for sport
ball on the track never mix my sports
ball on the track when i whip that porsche
all on the audubon, k!ll everybody like columbine
need a country to occupy
hit dubai for the gold bazaar
gettin’ to the green like a bulbasaur
got a white driver named balthazar
hit cuba for a boss cigar
then miami for a nice time
all imma do is just write rhymes
palm -ss while blowing gas
next stop, that’s the netherlands, coffee shops all in amsterdam
i’m still high from amsterdam, when i landed in j-pan
tokyo drift that skyline, somebody better come get ya mans
steering wheel on the right side, gotta use my left to get in them pants

(hook)
palm trees, take me to the palm trees (gotta use my left to get in them pants)
i hear that everything is better by the palm trees (gotta use my left to get in them pants)
quarter sack, i palm trees (i’m only here for the bankroll)
light up by the palm trees (no time for the fake hoes)
yeah, i put my blunt out on a palm tree (if i find the time i might flight to naij, and find a wife out in uh uh)
take me to the palm trees, take me to the palm trees (yeah, n-gga need a p-ssport just to court)
i hear that everything is better by the palm trees (it feel like i’m rappin’ just for sport)
quarter sack, i palm trees (i’m only here for the bankroll)
light up by the palm trees (no time for the fake hoes)
yeah, i put my blunt out on a palm tree (if i find the time, i might flight to naij, and find a wife out in uh uh)
take me to the

(verse)
weed man, the best plug your city got
woulda brought my own reefer but i ran through all that pot
so long ago and make no psa, i got that through the tsa
the devil, he at bay
i coulda took an l like csa
when we hit the sheets let’s pray
tomorrow long as 3 essays
8 in the morning flight to london, we gotta be awake
i been big by the time i saw big ben
take me to banksy pieces out in east end
for my date of birth we danced under summer sun
at midnight, it won’t be dark for months to come
out in greenland, my jewelry shine for 24 hours
couple months i’m comin’ back for the aurora borealis
till then i hang with italians
drinkin’ wine by the olive groves and drivin’ windy roads
while i’m takin’ in the scenery
soft leather seats in my machinery
eagerly, slide through to durban for poison, rollin’ a g a leaf

- sir hop

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