Curren$y - Light Snax Lyrics
A lime to a lemon my Jetset womenSay she only feel alive when she with 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 her - smoke dilla through the cracked windowsHeavy conversation light dinnerDestination and into the navigationA GPS we kept from an out-of-state rentalUnderneath the moon and stars riding to that KrizzleYou like that sound, that's my nigga he from MississippiI be on tour with him you should come along with usChampagne, flutes, cheese, crepes, and fruit***** you know, Four Seasons drunkRolling a joint hitting buffet tables the ***** upGet you back to your man's 'fore 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' and I get high with emShe caught three nuts but she never catch feelingsAnd ***** with that disposition we can count millionsI see that in ya got that 420 vision'98 livin' these iceberg sweats got 20 racks in emLight Snax, Andretti
