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moh baretta - c’est la vie lyrics

[hook]
aye
smokin’ on that blunt and smokin’ dope, i call it what you call it
treat my junkies like a [?], wakin’ up like “what you wanted”
ride around, i’m servin’ cuts, keep the 30s in a tote
and everywhere i go i cause attention ’cause of what i smoke
aye, i wake up and [?], my broski waitin’ in the lobby
ridin’ round the city, got a baddie and she right beside me
i’m still ridin’ round the city servin’ drugs and i get money probably
[?] margielas on me, you know i trap in designer

[verse]
racin’ to the money in that [?] status ysl
i pop me a [?] xans, i ain’t have no percs, who got a sale?
serve him og and he thought it was runtz
dirty money, got this sh+t out the mud
was stupid enough that i was servin’ the cut
f+ck a middleman, i gotta talk to the plug
gonna fly out the coupe like it was a dove
c’est la vie, drop the roof for fun
[?], i trap out the easy five hundo
don’t get on no “bro”, why’d you put up a front though?
don’t gotta worry why you put up a front though
most of my people gone stay movin’ cutthroat
bad lil bougie b+tch, know i love those
servin’ the class so i keep movin’ up one
they swore on me bad things, it was f+ck ’em
i’m tryna go and f+ck somebody’s mother
used to be the man, now you [?]
i ain’t havin’ no kids, gotta get me some rubbers
i mix the undercover with the [?]
i get up and i gotta go get me some k
this is a marathon, it’s not a race
but either way i’ma go get me the blue face
i like f+ckin’ b+tches that be two races
typical white b+tch, they be too racist
gotta go for the bag like i’m tomb raider
like poppin’ pills, gettin’ screwface
pullin’ up in hd like blu+ray
[hook]
aye
smokin’ on that blunt and smokin’ dope, i call it what you call it
treat my junkies like a [?], wakin’ up like “what you wanted”
ride around, i’m servin’ cuts, keep the 30s in a tote
and everywhere i go i cause attention ’cause of what i smoke
aye, i wake up and [?], my broski waitin’ in the lobby
ridin’ round the city, got a baddie and she right beside me
i’m still ridin’ round the city servin’ drugs and i get money probably
[?] margielas on me, you know i trap in designer

[outro]
phew, phew, go, go, go, go, go

- moh baretta lyrics

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