Lyrics Nineteen Ninety Nine - Chetta

Nineteen Ninety Nine

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
Dont 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