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C'est La Vie

 

C'est La Vie


(This is a journey into music and sound)

Let me speak on it for a moment, let me shine, let me flow, this my time, yeah, moment
Let me talk to 'em for a minute, pushing shit to the limit, dove signs to the ceiling
Ceiling, ceiling, ceiling
Got my own car, pay my taxes, all white Air Maxes, all night, no classes
Tryna be a star, high fashion, but fuck 'em if they asking "why would she be rapping?"
Tell me what you wanna do, what you tryna say, buncha side dudes tryna be my man
Don't try to touch me on my body when we dancing, la-di-da-di, we just out here tryna party
Party, party, party

If you ain't fresh like me and don't dress like me
You ain't gotta like me
C'est la vie
You ain't gotta like me
C'est la vie
You ain't gotta like me
C'est la vie
C'est, c'est, c'est, c'est la vie
C'est, c'est, c'est, c'est la vie
C'est, c'est, c'est, c'est la vie
C'est, c'est, c'est, c'est la vie
C'est la vie

Yeah I'm coming back for the second verse, backwoods in my purse, back good, homies thirst
Fresh like a pack of motherfuckers, [?], game sick, so sick, call a fucking nurse
Might see me shopping at Target, signing pics for white chicks named Margaret
Might see me shopping at Louis, copping new bags and a new jag smoking gooey
Gooey, gooey, gooey, gooey
I don't know what you came to do but we ain't brand new, this my old school crew
I don't know what you been told but we rock so much gold, make the Saudis look broke
Fourway in [?]
New Lanvin, color gunsmoke
Sip champagne while we puff tokes
You complain while we on boats
Boats, boats, boats, boats

If you ain't fresh like me and don't dress like me
You ain't gotta like me
C'est la vie
You ain't gotta like me
C'est la vie
You ain't gotta like me
C'est la vie
C'est, c'est, c'est, c'est la vie
C'est, c'est, c'est, c'est la vie
C'est, c'est, c'est, c'est la vie
C'est, c'est, c'est, c'est la vie
C'est la vie
C'est la vie

If you ain't fresh like me and don't dress like me
You ain't gotta like me
C'est la vie
You ain't gotta like me
C'est la vie
You ain't gotta like me
C'est la vie
C'est, c'est, c'est, c'est la vie
C'est, c'est, c'est, c'est la vie
C'est, c'est, c'est, c'est la vie
C'est, c'est, c'est, c'est la vie
C'est la vie

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