C'est La Vie Lyrics

Yea, okay

Woah, yeah, woah, yeah, woah, yeah

Woah, yeah, woah, yeah, woah, huh

Woah, aye, yeah, aye, woah, aye, yeah, aye

Woah, okay, check it

We got D-A-V-I-D-S-O-N on the M-I-C

Yeah, okay, never, never, never, never

Never feel bad for a motherfucker living sad

All we do is stack, all a motherfucker ever had

'Make and take the bag' all a motherfucker ever know

Pushing at the stop sign, they was selling whatcha know

Watching peoples teeth rot while I fucked on a skinny thot

Bitch I clutch a nineteen, I got hollow points in my magazine

Conniving bitches, I'm the one who's living in their fantasy

Brands tryna give me grands, make a living off of selling me

Champion my jacket, I got business on my feet

I put the money before everything, even my family tree

He must be lactose intolerant, ain't getting cheddar cheese

I need my bag, I'm talking Benjamin's, I'm talking collard greens

And on the low I shop oregano to keep my mind in place

I like to talk about myself a lot and to me that's okay

I do this shit all by myself and by myself what imma stay

I killed my fate 'cause I'm an early date and beat the murder case

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