C'est La Vie ( Feat. Phats Bossalini) Songtext

*(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 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!) Uh! Do what you want to can I be free? Everybody have a toast on me, please drink wit me Uh! 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 confident realizin I've sinned that's why I'm bent cash spent I make a mill I know that it's meant captured 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 celebrate 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. What!? *(Chorus)* x1 Verse 3 *(Gonzoe)* I'm still glocked up in a under bucket wit my seat belt on 9 zones locked up Uh! 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 uh 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 Atlanta hoods us we skanless imposters to exit us all I got is tattoos and guts Big nuts mutha fucka, so what? Huh? So what? Huh? So what? Nigga C'est La Vie Come 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.