*(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.


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