Nineteen Ninety Nine

Chetta

Its the 1999 to 2000 Whole steal, blow, blow, steal On some calico its the 1999 to 2000 Whole steal, blow, blow,  steal, on calico Baby i should go to walk With these fucking bars Maybe i should go to walk With these fucking bars Really i should fucking walk With these fucking bars Drop top, On a new whip got my block hot Hot out, with a new bitch give me slap top Heard bout, you won't do shit Whatchu talking bout Smoked out, on a whole zip i can't go without All of these drugs got me faded up All of my plugs keep in waiting on Your money and your jewlery be fake as fuck All of our diamonds like blusterous We on the streets so dangerous No you can't hang, can't play with us I hit the henny and you getting bust I paid the price to you getting touched Who the fuck really want walk Who bout it, bout it, whos soft Who really really any more I do not fit in no more Really we doing the most Xanny and lean when i pour Smoking the gotti i blow I do not fit in no more Sit pack, one difference is that Bitch i send shots Get packed, you can't throw the shade Bring that sun out wrist watch Is the time a day you can get knock Tick tock, put it to your face Make your jaw draw All of my magazines thirty up All of my products don't give a fuck All of the drama be too much All of this mud on my dirty cup Sippin red like im dracula Shawty saw me sit passanger We never ride on regular We perform so spectacular woah?! Who the fuck really want walk Who bout it, bout it, whos soft Who really really any more I do not fit in no more Really we doing the most Xanny and lean when i pour Smoking the gotti i blow I do not fit in no more Really we doing the most Xanny and lean when i pour Smoking the gotti i blow I do not fit in no more

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