C'est La Vie

If she fine that's a speeding ticket
I ain't pleading
Put your pride aside
Fuck a dollar sign
Even blind you can see we party with the demons
Turn the party up
I can prada her, but I ain't proud of her
Ain't loud enough
Gotta go get new gas your shit ain't strong to us
Why does it never last us long enough
Better pass it for my tolerance
I think the cops are on to us
They stop and stare to follow us
Shit crazy
I'll get you plays, but if your boy don't pay then I go crazy
Bitch you turned the page, but now I'm burning haze in AMG
Never shore cause life a beach
Chase a nut like sandy cheeks, but I'm selling dreams
Tell her ces't la vie
We taking off I know we taking off
Ces't la vie
She baking up and now she take it off
Ces't la vie
Ces't la vie
Take it off for me
Ces't la vie

No ways
Bring me coals to light my shish
She know I like her features might just fly her to the Z
Know its Roma off aroma we the loudest in Kariba
We roaming in the Rover shorty counting the madibas
But she ain't rolling my-
She ain't rolling my leaves
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I can't sleep I live a dream
Too descret I'm never seen
VSOP Hennesy we sipping on the remedy
And if she making emenies it's better talk
Bitches like I'm Diddy made the city pop
Why you call him killy?
He ain't never killy
Say you keep it really, but you really not
Body shots
Make her kitty pop
I don't pop no pilly
I don't don't no dealy
But if he talking silly then we really talk
We gon make em dance do the Milly rock
She wanna see the face she think i'm famous now
Made it to the cape, but I'm not saving her
Just cause I got plays you ain't playing me
Ain't blaming me
Still I sell her dream tell her ces't la vie

We taking off I know we taking off
Ces't la vie
She baking up and now she take it off
Ces't la vie
Ces't la vie
Take it off for me



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Writer(s): Lutanda Wilkie
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