Gonzoe – C'est La Vie lyrics

(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
f k**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 y'all know that we winnin Me
an phats n anusNobody
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 p y***when you rub it n anusit's all covered 'cause
yours got caught And
mine doubled N
s****juss drink wit me Have
a toast on me N
anusc'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 (n!
anuswhat )? !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 'cause
it was evident That
I was made for this Stay
awake at night crave Now
I'm paid for this Still
we ain't s titA
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 'cause
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 N
anusc'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 n s****Now
they servin out the front yard Wit
the look out Like
we roamin 'cause
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
n anusdid it still, got acquited 'cause we willin Drunk
as f k**tryin, to pivot Uh
I
got the anthology I, never ever give it If
a liquor store opens Y'all
n s****done did it 'cause
I stay drunk Grabbin
my nuts Like
what First
n anusjump 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 N?
anusc'est la vie Come
f k**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