Wiz Khalifa – Palm Trees (Audio, Lyrics)

Wiz Khalifa - Palm Trees

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Wiz Khalifa Palm Trees
Wiz Khalifa Palm Trees

It’s officially 2021 and Wiz Khalifa rang in the new year with a farewell to 2020. The rapper unleashed his latest project #FUCC2020 on Friday with little to no warning but it was a splendid surprise for Wiz fans. Hosted by Wiz Khalifa/DJ Daddykat (his alter ego), he came through with 24 songs in total that offered a vibe for everyone.

“Palm Trees” kicks the project off on a high note. Wiz takes on muddy and spacey trap production as he reflects on the finer things in life: women, weed, money, etc. Wiz is talkin’ his shit on this record, reminding his peers and the generation that follows that he’s in a whole other league of his own.

Wiz Khalifa – Palm Trees

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[Intro]
H-H-Hadouken
D-D-DJ Daddykat on the mix

Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah (We got that Dezzy drip ‘fore I paid the rent)
Yeah, uh

[Chorus]
We fly, lit (We fly, we fly)
Three fives, zips (We fly, we fly)
Gotta drive multiple whips
Came with two dips and seen both of them kiss
I’ma run circles ’round y’all nigga ’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 bitches want me

[Verse 1]
Fantical shots at a nigga 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 fuckin’ with me and you gonna get game and your gonna get bars
And now I got too many hoes
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

[Pre-Chorus]
You pocket change, we millionairs
Pick one, I can call ’em
I ain’t thinkin’ in the past, lil’ bitch, I’m movin’ forward
Niggas my age lookin’ hella stressed but I’m enjoyin’ it
You regular and this nigga important

[Chorus]
We fly, lit (We fly, we fly)
Three fives, zips (We fly, we fly)
Gotta drive multiple whips
Came with two dips and seen both of them kiss
I’ma run circles ’round y’all nigga ’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 bitches want me

[Verse 2]
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 bitches, 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 nigga actin’ troublesome
I got a couple friends but I done fucked with some
I got a couple bitches, 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 bitches that’s big fun

[Pre-Chorus]
You pocket change, we millionairs
Pick one, I can call ’em
I ain’t thinkin’ in the past, lil’ bitch, I’m movin’ forward
Niggas my age lookin’ hella stressed but I’m enjoyin’ it
You regular and this nigga important

[Chorus]
We fly, lit (We fly, we fly)
Three fives, zips (We fly, we fly)
Gotta drive multiple whips
Came with two dips and seen both of them kiss
I’ma run circles ’round y’all nigga ’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 bitches want me

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