Living For The City by Currensy
[Verse:]
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
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