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lirik lagu ihylumi - c'est la vie

[verse 1]
we cannot tour in a benz
you a freak, wanna f~ck on my friends
rep like a b~tch from atlanta
she poppin’ ’em like a dancer
we celebrate all night, talk like she celibate, alright
penthouse vibes, new heights
left the drama on sight
got the chain swingin’ low, let it dance in the light
said she love how i move
now she stuck on a flight
nah, lil’ b~tch, i don’t fight
whip a pistol, put him on a poster like twice

[breakdown]
f~ck a hoe with an afro like spice
who am i in my sp~ce to despise?
got a nasty b~tch touchin’ my chеst
she gon’ suck on my d~ck ’til she give mе them eyes (ouu)
want attention, i’ll touch on them thighs (thighs)
’cause this b~tch is just feelin’ my ice (ice)
everything got a price, so you f~ck on a lame
but my name is all over your thighs

[verse 2]
pour the juice, let it blend
mix the vibe, not the end
she don’t love, just pretend
keep it cool, don’t offend
money talk, let it spin
back to back, set a trend
if she roll, she committed, amen
my opinion just sorta depend
how you f~ck on that hoe after bro hit her in?
they lacin’ your sh~t, f~ck you up like a trend
[verse 3]
she hit my gram for the tease
b~tch, i’m on stage overseas
got her friends on they knees, yeah, this life come with fees and
doin’ the sh~t that your next can’t receive and
stuck to the plan, said your mind make you leave and
baby, this s~x just might make it even
i know what you will not believe in
i know—
but it’s c’est la vie, yeah

[vocal harmony]
yeahhh, ohh, ohh, ohh
yeahhh, no, no, no, no, ohh

[chorus]
off the drank, now we float
different time, different mode
switchin’ lanes in the ghost, turn the heat, let it roast
double cup in her hand, she don’t trip, she just land
i don’t talk, i just land, let the vibe take command
off the radar, we goin’ private jet, different zone
she ask, “when i’m home?” i don’t text, i just roam
yeah, we up now, they see
couple racks on my tee
told my ex, “let it be,” now she cryin’ to me
[verse 4]
run in my, run in my tee
whole lotta racks on t~~th
pour up a flavor, then bang
i’m high and i’m pullin’ her bangs
she sour, she taste just like tang
i’m out in the maf~ckin’ banks
i’m swervin’ and passin’ the lane
she a vampire, she put on them fangs

- lirik lagu ihylumi

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