Light Snax Songtext
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A lime to a lemon my Jetset Women
Say she only feel alive when she wit em
Jet Life tryna show she ride or die even if it kill her
I guess thats why I dig her
She throwin up the set in all her pictures
I come get her
Smoke dilla through the cracked windows
Heavy conversation light dinner
Destination and into the navigation
A GPS we here in an out of state rental
Say she only feel alive when she wit em
Jet Life tryna show she ride or die even if it kill her
I guess thats why I dig her
She throwin up the set in all her pictures
I come get her
Smoke dilla through the cracked windows
Heavy conversation light dinner
Destination and into the navigation
A GPS we here in an out of state rental
Underneath the moon and stars riding to that krizzle
You like that sound
Thats my nigga he from Mississippi
I be on tour with him you should come along with us
Champagne flutes cheese crepes and fruit
Fuck you know
Four seasons brunch
Rolling a joint hitting buffet tables the fuck up
Get you back to your man before he knows what's what
Your friends hating on you saying you lucked up
A lime to a lemon my jetset women
They allow me to get in where ever I fit in
I stop by we be chillin' I get high wit em
She caught three nuts but she never catch feelings
And bitch with that disposition we can count millions
I see that in ya got that 4-20 vision
'98 livin' these iceberg sweats got 20 racks in em
Light Snacks Andretti
A lime to a lemon my jetset women
They allow me to get in where ever I fit in
I stop by we be chillin' I get high wit em
She caught three nuts but she never catch feelings
And bitch with that disposition we can count millions
I see that in ya got that 4-20 vision
A lime to a lemon my jetset women
A lime to a lemon my jetset women
They allow me to get in where ever I fit in
I stop by we be chillin' I get high wit em
These iceberg sweats got 20 racks in em
A lime to a lemon my jetset women
They allow me to get in where ever I fit in
I stop by we be chillin' I get high wit em
She caught three nuts but she never catch feelings
A lime to a lemon my jetset women
I stop by we be chillin' I get high wit em
These iceberg sweats got 20 racks in em like snakes
Andretti
You like that sound
Thats my nigga he from Mississippi
I be on tour with him you should come along with us
Champagne flutes cheese crepes and fruit
Fuck you know
Four seasons brunch
Rolling a joint hitting buffet tables the fuck up
Get you back to your man before he knows what's what
Your friends hating on you saying you lucked up
A lime to a lemon my jetset women
They allow me to get in where ever I fit in
I stop by we be chillin' I get high wit em
She caught three nuts but she never catch feelings
And bitch with that disposition we can count millions
I see that in ya got that 4-20 vision
'98 livin' these iceberg sweats got 20 racks in em
Light Snacks Andretti
A lime to a lemon my jetset women
They allow me to get in where ever I fit in
I stop by we be chillin' I get high wit em
She caught three nuts but she never catch feelings
And bitch with that disposition we can count millions
I see that in ya got that 4-20 vision
A lime to a lemon my jetset women
A lime to a lemon my jetset women
They allow me to get in where ever I fit in
I stop by we be chillin' I get high wit em
These iceberg sweats got 20 racks in em
A lime to a lemon my jetset women
They allow me to get in where ever I fit in
I stop by we be chillin' I get high wit em
She caught three nuts but she never catch feelings
A lime to a lemon my jetset women
I stop by we be chillin' I get high wit em
These iceberg sweats got 20 racks in em like snakes
Andretti
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