Palm Trees 创作者：
Tyga

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调：A major

Intro 1

Verse 1
Bb 
Cm 
Bb 
Niggas wanna stop me like the nazzi
Getting money like Illuminati
Gm 
Eb 
Gm 
Look up  and see the palm trees,
fuck everybody
Palm trees, fuck everybody
All I see is the money, buried over the struggle
I know religion got me,
too cheap to sell my soul though
So fuck every commy, palm trees
Fuck everybody, palm trees

Verse 2
Gm 
Clearly these niggas can't see
me like black & white TV
Ab 
So pretend that you hear
me like Stevie
Gm 
Let's call it, leave and fuck you
We've been discussing our salary
You chiefin', pass the blunt,
Eb 
Gm 
Pray that you live, have a dissy
Eb 
Ab 
Tires screeching, swerving paparazzi
Gm 
Ab 
Gm 
I could have relieve in  91gas from Chevron,
Rolls Royce like Heron
Warrior like play on girls,
they like to cling on
Give em hard dick one time
Bb 
Gm 
then that boy gone
Ab 
Gm 
I bop Ferrari to my latest songs, H Crown,
did 5, glad my nigga made it home
These bitches fronting,
claiming they ain't hoes
Actin like the single life,
Bb 
the way that go ball all alone
Gm 
Cm 
Alright neighborhood,
Gm 
I feel alone
Eb 
Gm 
8 bedrooms, let my thoughts roam
And one day king will realize his throne
When you pop T- Raww, morals
Bb 
in you fairly strong
Gm 
I love making that shit that
Cm 
you can sing along
Gm 
Getting head while you're high
Eb 
That's my way you're
Gm 
getting blown
Used to talk to these kids
through the Styrofoam
Now we talk for millions on the microphone
Ab 
Gm 
Jewelry cashed back then the zip locked
No job to them rogue niggas
Kick rocks, white socks
Clean nigga, court side,
Fact not, see you making it rain,
Am 
Gm 
Ab 
Gm 
nigga that's all you got
Ab 
Gm 
All night, that's what you got
Fuck with me baby,
make sure you leave with a what
Course you ain't bad,
fuck your cash, I pay my tab
Make you a star in real life,
Eb 
Gm 
fuck a blog nigga

Verse 3
Gm 
Niggas wanna stop me like the nazzi
Getting money like Illuminati
Look up and see the palm trees,
fuck everybody
Palm trees, fuck everybody
Bb 
Gm 
All I   see is the money,
buried over the struggle
I know religion got me,
too cheap to sell my soul though
F 
Gm 
So fuck every commy, palm trees
Fuck everybody,