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 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
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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.
Lyrics: C'est la vie, Gonzoe [end]