Currensy - Light Snax Lyrics

A lime to a lemon my Jetset WomenSay she only feel alive when she wit emJet Life tryna show she ride or die even if it kill herI guess that's why I dig herShe throwin up the set in all her picturesI come get herSmoke dilla through the cracked windowHeavy conversation light dinnerDestination and into the navigationA gps we here in an out of state rentalUnderneath the moon and stars riding to that krizzleYou like that soundThat's my nigga he from MississippiI be on tour with him you should come along with usChampagne flutes cheese crepes and fruitFuck you knowFour seasons brunchRolling a joint hitting buffet tables the fuck upGet you back to your man before he knows what's whatYour friends hating on you saying you lucked upA lime to a lemon my jetset womenThey allow me to get in where ever I fit inI stop by we be chillin I get high wit emShe caught three nuts but she never catch feelingsAnd bitch with that disposition we can count millionsI see that in ya got that 420 vision98 livin these iceberg sweats got 20 racks in emLight Snacks

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