$uijin - C'est La Vie lyrics

C'est la vie, C'est la vie You can't walk up over here like you're over me C'est la vie, C'est la vie Praise the Lord for getting rid of my enemies C'est la vie, C'est la vie You can't walk up over here like you're over me C'est la vie, C'est la vie Praise the Lord for getting rid of my enemies Yeah c'est la vie, yeah c'est la vie Not everyone gon' be having supremacy I'm good being alone sipping on my Hennessy Good dick been her remedy Brought her friends who's into me Proving these doubters, i'm not meant to be f** with Never was the type to be cool with that f** sh** k**a Klay in this game all i do is get buckets k** that p**y another one now in a coffin They see talent in me so they gon' hate me They pray at night so the devil stays with me Rumours spreading, they talking like they know me Take this number one spot , then boy you better pop me Maple aroma from all this money, got me so different Lord please get the f** rid of my enemies, why? my friends gone missing? Kneel down to a king, this a Saint City thing Everything changed since I laid eyes on that Cuban link, Lord C'est la vie, C'est la vie You can't walk up over here like you're over me C'est la vie, C'est la vie Praise the Lord for getting rid of my enemies C'est la vie, C'est la vie You can't walk up over here like you're over me C'est la vie, C'est la vie Praise the Lord for getting rid of my enemies I be f**ing up some commas Keep it laid back, Deli lama I got the heat like a sauna Wait t'ill I peak so I blow like Ossama Don't you realize we two steps ahead of ya Tryna trigga something, man i feel bad for ya Neck feels like Antarctica Smoking that leaf from the flag of the Canada Been running tracks got the stamina Trigger happy, got y'all jumping like 23 I'm your father, beating you suns like it's 93 Yeah the boy is on a k**ing spree Bodies on bodies no one can't be stopping me She give me brain that's lobotomy My view is a beautiful scenery This right here ain't the little leagues So get the f** out with your raps sounding like abc's Diving, diving, diving diving diving in that p**y Beat it up so good, yeah she prolly would sue me Squad all going stupid, tokyo on a sunday My steez on a 100, i can be walking on a runway Grey goose and gold spades, celebrating ain't new to us Nah you can f**ing hang with us Nah you can't f**ing smoke with us Yo b**h and her friends all up in my bando You and your man's, prolly the easiest thing to handle