Lyrics C’est La Vie - Yung Gravy

Ayy

I'm 21, but I still walk around with fake ID (what?)
Cuddle with the homies watching "Stand By Me" (cute)
This (bump) ain't free, baby, pay my fee (bread)
Let me live my life, baby, c'est la vie

Woo-woo, c'est la vie
Woo-woo, c'est la vie

Tall girl, I Attack on Titan
Need a fine VP like Biden
Trap that purp' in the gold like a Viking (uh)
Double cup ice like Tampa Lightning
Double cup, ain't no lean
Only sip syrup when I'm with Chief Keef
Play clean, pipe Christine
I pipe correct, I'm so P.C.

Go to the club but I don't even drink
I don't know what to think
Got a girl with me and we pop in the kitchen
All hard, my nuts on a mission
I got cash, they got coins in my mileage
E-D-D, your credit lookin' childish
Your girlfriend just changed her name to "my - "
She got LASIK, I nut on her iris (nut on her iris?)

Bored in the morning, yeah, just like a virus
Tongue game nerdy, ain't talking no Cyrus
Pull up on the booty, yeah, we some pirates
I don't know why, we got huge privates (whoa)
I guess we're kinda blessed
I can't complain about it (uh)
Every day I get another check
I won't complain about it

I'm 21, but I still walk around with fake ID (what?)
Cuddle with the homies watching "Stand By Me" (cute)
This (bump) ain't free, baby, pay my fee (bread)
Let me live my life, baby, c'est la vie

Woo-woo, c'est la vie
Woo-woo, c'est la vie

Bubble bath and a bucket of cash
When your wife said, "Baby, come fix bail"
Let's run it (uh) 'cause you kindly asked
And I guess I'll be a gentleman and bust a smash
But then you gotta help me spud some gas
And count some cash and trap some hash
And then I need a ride to my cooking class
Gravy train choo-choo, do and dash

Skrrt in mediocre the whip come fair
B-, I'm a king, you a peasant in the barracks ('ish)
Chillin' with a pornstar, life like an IMAX
F- grammar, one time, no syntax
C- real hard, yeah, I'm horny for the big racks
Crack my nuts, she can juice my gonads
Baby-yes-bucks, yeah, Selena Gomez
Always make big moves, last name "nomad"
Troll so much, made a song called "u mad!"
Next bar Gravy says I wrote, "He mad"

Ooh, ayy
Baby, c'est la vie
Finger-lickin' good like it's KFC
I learned to count a mil' before my A-B-Cs
Don't want your delta-A, shorty ate my D

(But) I'm 21, but I still walk around with fake ID (what?)
Cuddle with the homies watching "Stand By Me" (cute)
This (bump) ain't free, baby, pay my fee (bread)
Let me live my life, baby, c'est la vie

Woo-woo, c'est la vie
Woo-woo, c'est la vie

Woo-woo, c'est la vie
Woo-woo, c'est la vie