Paroles C'est la vie ( feat. phats bossalini) Gonzoe

C'est la vie ( feat. phats bossalini)

*(Gonzoe)* 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.Sheeit.(
Where ever you are, where ever you at!) Verse 1 *(Gonzoe)* Yeah.Here I go again, drinkin' an drivinin the latest model car riskin it wit no licensegoin fast, late nightfinna crash, hella cashthinkin bout, nothin but the past an I know that's itbut fuck itI'm finna love it, tryin to feed my stomachfinna have somethin, til my fuckin casket coveredlive for the minutelovin that ya'll know that we winninme an Phats nigganobody move til we finishedhere's the plataue
Regime Family I'm the copoin a Vet we race down Florence non-stop thoughthe world movin in slow motionheld by the ocean
X pills keep my fantsay openan I'm lovin itnuttin abovebut a pussy when you rub it nigga it's all coveredcuz yours got caughtand mine doubledniggas juss drink wit mehave a toast on menigga 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!)Uh!Do what you want to can I be free?
Everybody have a toast on me, please drink wit meUh!
Do what you want to can I be free?
Have a toast on meworld C'est La Vie!(nigga what?!) Verse 2 *(Phats Bossalini)* I got it planned outday by day clutchin my fifthconfidentrealizin I've sinnedthat's why I'm bentcash spent
I make a mill I know that it's meantcaptureda bubble Benz and the saga beginscuz it was evidentthat I was made for thisstay awake at night cravenow I'm paid for thisstill we ain't shita hundred thousand ain't rich
I take a chipflip a grip and multiply it by sixit's fabulousto all the thugs that smashed for uscelebratelive it upand have a blast for uslosin focusback to the dream to face the soldierscuz they know what nobody knows, I got composurebut I'm still drunkbeggin for funk
I know the Town will bustlive it up, keepin my trustjuss check the scripturesit's me and Ritzylive, direct on your T.V.smoke wit menigga C'est La Vie.What!? *(Chorus)* x1 Verse 3 *(Gonzoe)* I'm still glocked upin a under bucket wit my seat belt on9 zones locked upUh!
Take the rap money, buy the soft turn the heart homefirst they little niggasnow they servin out the front yardwit the look outlike we roamincuz they enemy got took outtold the accountant to bring the book outgun man rockin the roof, wit the gages
I still got cases
Ritzy goin out blazinspit itmy nigga did it, still got acquited cuz we willindrunk as fuck, tryin to pivotuh
I got the anthology, I never ever give itif a liquor store opensy'all niggas done did itcuz I stay drunkgrabbin my nutslike whatfirst nigga jumpfirst mutha fuckin gettin touchedby us
Los AngelesAtlantahoods uswe skanlessimposters to exit usall I got is tattoos and guts
Big nuts mutha fucka, so what?Huh?
So what?Huh?
So what?
Nigga C'est La VieCome fuck wit me!
Uh! 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.