MikeyyAustin - Palm Trees & Fajitas

Uh huh
Yeah
Ok, Young king with the gold flow
Got a polo and it's retro
Wardrobe is the same clothes
Hella green, I recycle
My homies got the poles shown
Just in case they get rode on
Midwest is the wild west
Never know what might go on
Built a legacy like my nigga Hov
And the last name gone have bread though
Eyes low cuz I'm stoned cold
Still eat up instrumentals
Big fish, eat a mento
Breath of fresh air when I spit, ho
She like it when I shift tempos
So I'm double time with the pencil
Hold on to your seat
Blunts under your feet
Ashes on my notebook
Gotta keep the leather seats neat
Where you tryna eat
Drive-thru is on me
But when a nigga get on
5-star every cuisine
Like, hold on to your seat
Private jets overseas
Then we back to the Great Lakes to watch the leaves change in the spring
Let me know what you need
It's my priority
Airborne while you sleep
Wake up in another country
Ok now
Hold on mamacita
Next stop Costa Rica
Buckle up yo seat-ah
Imma treat you like a diva
Polaroid yo features
From the bleachers to the beaches
Palm trees and fajitas
Top down with yo feet up
Palm trees with the roof down
Volume up while I make sounds
My aura still hella loud
When the incense burns out
They wanna see what I earn now
Put it in my chicks purse now
Police wanna search now
But they plans never turn out
Hella style and I'm versatile
Grippin mics and I'm moving crowds
Big bro, I'm the youngest child
Rolff meme the way I'm looking out
50 shades, I got hella green
With a brown thing right next to me
Open roads just so I can speed
No limits like I'm Master P
Hold on to yo seat
There's a whole world to see
You with 2 y's and there's blue sky's
Thats a whole vibe to me
Uh
Hold on to yo seat
There's a whole galaxy
And you still fuck with me
Must be meant to be
Where ya wanna go, where ya wanna go
Where ya wanna go, where ya wanna go
Where ya wanna go, where ya wanna go
Where ya wanna go, where ya wanna go
We can go to the moon
Palm trees and bathing suits
Face dive in a pool
Black tints in a coupe
It don't matter to me, Love
Gotta Passport and a Visa
Hold on mamacita
Hold on mama
Ok now
Hold on mamacita
Next stop Costa Rica
Hold on mamacita
Next stop Costa Rica

Written by:
Michael Austin

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