Songtext von Living For The City

Uh, peanut butter leather Brown liquor, couple sips, keep it together Weed lit, sunroof lifted slightly Gently tail the driver with murder gloves in my car cause I'm killing it Premium preserves in my jar, I be getting it From where if you ain't a member then you ain't getting in Smoke to the fact that we be getting it Higher than the ceilings in the penthouse's we living in Boy you better get your bitch, over here Taking pictures of the whips, asking us What we gon' get into after it's badgering us Life I chose why your women act like hoes I know, this just a game I play when I get bored Living just enough for the High'd up just enough for the Living just enough for the Never gave a, yeah