Cest La Vie Lyrics by Gonzoe

Cest La Vie Lyrics


    Que sera, sera! (haha!)
    C'est la vie!
    Have a toast on me.
    Yeah! state to state, we do it like this.
    Live like us. feel like us.
    That's life baby.
    (where ever you are, where ever you at!)

    Verse 1 *(gonzoe)*

    Here i go again, drinkin' an drivin
    In the latest model car riskin it wit no license
    Goin fast, late night
    Finna crash, hella cash
    Thinkin bout, nothin but the past an i know that's it
    But fuck it
    I'm finna love it, tryin to feed my stomach
    Finna have somethin, til my fuckin casket covered
    Live for the minute
    Lovin that ya'll know that we winnin
    Me an phats nigga
    Nobody move til we finished
    Here's the plataue
    Regime family i'm the copo
    In a vet we race down florence non-stop though
    The world movin in slow motion
    Held by the ocean
    X pills keep my fantsay open
    An i'm lovin it
    Nuttin above
    But a pussy when you rub it nigga it's all covered
    Cuz yours got caught
    And mine doubled
    Niggas juss drink wit me
    Have a toast on me
    Nigga c'est la vie!
    Do what you want to.

    *(chorus)* x1

    Have heart, have money. (yeah!)
    Don't live the moment.
    Have a toast on me, if you're smart
    This is for my homies. (yeahah!)
    Do what you want to can i be free?
    Everybody have a toast on me, please drink wit me
    Do what you want to can i be free?
    Have a toast on me
    World c'est la vie!
    (nigga what?!)

    Verse 2 *(phats bossalini)*

    I got it planned out
    Day by day clutchin my fifth
    Realizin i've sinned
    That's why i'm bent
    Cash spent
    I make a mill i know that it's meant
    A bubble benz and the saga begins
    Cuz it was evident
    That i was made for this
    Stay awake at night crave
    Now i'm paid for this
    Still we ain't shit
    A hundred thousand ain't rich
    I take a chip
    Flip a grip and multiply it by six
    It's fabulous
    To all the thugs that smashed for us
    Live it up
    And have a blast for us
    Losin focus
    Back to the dream to face the soldiers
    Cuz they know what nobody knows, i got composure
    But i'm still drunk
    Beggin for funk
    I know the town will bust
    Live it up, keepin my trust
    Juss check the scriptures
    It's me and ritzy
    Live, direct on your t.v.
    Smoke wit me
    Nigga c'est la vie.

    *(chorus)* x1

    Verse 3 *(gonzoe)*

    I'm still glocked up
    In a under bucket wit my seat belt on
    9 zones locked up
    Take the rap money, buy the soft turn the heart home
    First they little niggas
    Now they servin out the front yard
    Wit the look out
    Like we roamin
    Cuz they enemy got took out
    Told the accountant to bring the book out
    Gun man rockin the roof, wit the gages
    I still got cases
    Ritzy goin out blazin
    Spit it
    My nigga did it, still got acquited cuz we willin
    Drunk as fuck, tryin to pivot
    I got the anthology, i never ever give it
    If a liquor store opens
    Y'all niggas done did it
    Cuz i stay drunk
    Grabbin my nuts
    Like what
    First nigga jump
    First mutha fuckin gettin touched
    By us
    Los angeles
    Hoods us
    We skanless
    Imposters to exit us
    All i got is tattoos and guts
    Big nuts mutha fucka, so what?
    So what?
    So what?
    Nigga c'est la vie
    Come fuck wit me!

    Chorus *(til end)*

    Have heart, have money. (please be smart!)
    Don't live the moment.
    Have a toast on me, if you're smart.
    This is for my homies.