A lime to a lemon my Jetset women Say she only feel alive when she with em Jet Life tryna show she ride or die even if it kill her I guess that's 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 kept from an out-of-state rental Underneath the moon and stars riding to that Krizzle You like that sound, that's 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 drunk Rolling a joint hitting buffet tables the fuck up Get you back to your man's 'fore 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' and I get high with 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 420 vision '98 livin' these iceberg sweats got 20 racks in em Light Snax, AndrettiTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
