C'E$T LA VIE
Whoa, whoa, whoa, girl, you're so gorgeous (yeah, you're so for baby)
Oh girl, you're so gorgeous (yeah, you're so gorgeous, baby)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (baby, baby, baby)
Eyes locked on you right when I walked through the door
Pretty face and that booty huge, my jaw dropped to the floor
You really light up the room, how I could ever be bored
Would I be wrong if I assumed you don't got a man no more?
Lil' mama, I'll have you saying c'est la vie
Don't want not drama, just want you to vibe with me
I got some commas, ballin' like the bourgeoisie
Let's heal ya trauma, show you what real loving means
Looking too fine when you put your hair in a bun (in a bun)
Melting like ice (ahh) in this hot summer sun (summer sun)
Put you in Chrome Hearts, so I call that chrome love (call that chrome love)
Put you in Chrome Hearts, so I call that chrome love (call that chrome love)
Nails done, hair done, oh my god (whoa, whoa, whoa)
Had to do a double take 'cause I can't believe my eyes (no, I can't)
You so sexy, you would make a grown man cry
And if you text me, I'ma hop on the 405
Eyes locked on you right when I walked through the door
Pretty face and that booty huge, my jaw dropped to the floor
You really light up the room, how I could ever be bored
Would I be wrong if I assumed you don't got a man no more?
Lil' mama, I'll have you saying c'est la vie
Don't want not drama, just want you to vibe with me
I got some commas, ballin' like the bourgeoisie
Let's heal ya trauma, show you what real loving means
Oh girl, you're so gorgeous (yeah, you're so gorgeous, baby)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (baby, baby, baby)
Eyes locked on you right when I walked through the door
Pretty face and that booty huge, my jaw dropped to the floor
You really light up the room, how I could ever be bored
Would I be wrong if I assumed you don't got a man no more?
Lil' mama, I'll have you saying c'est la vie
Don't want not drama, just want you to vibe with me
I got some commas, ballin' like the bourgeoisie
Let's heal ya trauma, show you what real loving means
Looking too fine when you put your hair in a bun (in a bun)
Melting like ice (ahh) in this hot summer sun (summer sun)
Put you in Chrome Hearts, so I call that chrome love (call that chrome love)
Put you in Chrome Hearts, so I call that chrome love (call that chrome love)
Nails done, hair done, oh my god (whoa, whoa, whoa)
Had to do a double take 'cause I can't believe my eyes (no, I can't)
You so sexy, you would make a grown man cry
And if you text me, I'ma hop on the 405
Eyes locked on you right when I walked through the door
Pretty face and that booty huge, my jaw dropped to the floor
You really light up the room, how I could ever be bored
Would I be wrong if I assumed you don't got a man no more?
Lil' mama, I'll have you saying c'est la vie
Don't want not drama, just want you to vibe with me
I got some commas, ballin' like the bourgeoisie
Let's heal ya trauma, show you what real loving means
Credits
Writer(s): Jalen Dumphord, Jalen Mcluvin
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