Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Palm Angels, artist - Armani Caesar. Date of issue: 17.09.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Palm Angels |
| Uh, yeah |
| AC, nigga |
| Yo, yo |
| Let me tell you 'bout this nigga, make my old nigga look like shit, huh |
| Look like shit (Uh-huh) |
| And now since I left, now my old nigga hooked like shit, huh |
| Got him hooked like shit (Uh-huh) |
| He the type of nigga, gettin' money but don’t look like it (Right) |
| Not like these broke niggas tryna look like Mitch, huh |
| Type of nigga holdin' bottles up for pics (Yeah) |
| Wanna hold a bankroll so it look like his, nah |
| He a G so I hooked him in (Uh-huh) |
| Showed him how good I could cook them bricks (Woo) |
| He said «Damn, ma, how you cook like this?» |
| Fuck like a ho but still look like wiz |
| He say he heard I was on some gold dig shit (What?) |
| I told him, «Nah, I’m just the type of bitch that look right rich», huh (Facts) |
| And h took a bitch in as is (Uh-huh) |
| I ain’t had to front or wear no tight shit, uh |
| Down to earth, she 'bout hrs, my word (My word) |
| And he put a nigga in dirt about her (About her) |
| Pulled his coattail as soon as I got word |
| That some niggas tryna snitch on niggas that got work (Watch out for him) |
| I’d ride for mines, grind for mines (Uh-huh) |
| Pull the trigger for a nigga, I’d die for mines (Die for mines) |
| Police at the door, I’d lie for mines (Lie for mines) |
| Talk big shit to 'em while he hide the nines (What up?) |
| Now we livin' in the ever lap of luxury (Luxury) |
| I’m realizin' that you didn’t have to fuck with me (Uh-huh) |
| But you did, now I’m goin' all out, kid (Uh-huh) |
| And I got mad love to give, you my motherfuckin' nigga (Woo) |
| You my motherfuckin' nigga |
| «Justice: Let’s cut the bullshit, okay? |
| Now what do you really, really want |
| from me? |
| You wanna smell my punani? |
| Lucky: Yeah, yeah |
| Justice: You like that, huh? |
| Lucky: Mm-hmm |
| Justice: Hold on a minute, baby. |
| Jessie? |
| Jessie: Yeah? |
| Justice: Come here for a minute, please |
| Jessie: What? |
| Justice: This fine young dark brother said he wanna smell my punani |
| Jessie: Really? |
| Punani? |
| Justice: Yeah. |
| Should I let him? |
| Jessie: Yeah. |
| *blows breath on his face* So what do you think? |
| Lucky: You need to get your ass some breath mints. |
| Crazy black bitches…» |