Chris Crack 99 Tunechi Lyrics
'99 Tunechi by Chris Crack
[Verse:]
I'm still at it, she at her work late, West Side that's my [?]
And I ain't never leaving, if you don't like it take your
Pieces of bread and put a dick between it and right down
Until your jaws crack, I was all that like them [?]
Flow the waters of the Lake Minnetonka or the house of Donda
'Fore you do something crazy just [?]
I was trying to get out the jam before they left Wakanda
Mac, money, and murder, death before dishonor
Shit, this better than bondage, push for your dreams
And don't never stop it, smoke weed with them fake doctors
Que pasa, wish I got the day [?], got them little lungs
They hate boxing, hey Phil Bradley I fucking your bitch
In the backseat, I'm not bogus, trolling 'til they folding
Holding [?] down the pants leg, that's what icky red said
I'm still at it, she at her work late, West Side that's my [?]
And I ain't never leaving, if you don't like it take your
Pieces of bread and put a dick between it and right down
Until your jaws crack, I was all that like them [?]
Flow the waters of the Lake Minnetonka or the house of Donda
'Fore you do something crazy just [?]
I was trying to get out the jam before they left Wakanda
Mac, money, and murder, death before dishonor
Shit, this better than bondage, push for your dreams
And don't never stop it, smoke weed with them fake doctors
Que pasa, wish I got the day [?], got them little lungs
They hate boxing, hey Phil Bradley I fucking your bitch
In the backseat, I'm not bogus, trolling 'til they folding
Holding [?] down the pants leg, that's what icky red said