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the bag if it ain't expensive
Oh my God, that bitch so picky
Let my Draco sang at all the opps in Houston like it's Whitney
Need to watch out for them

it’s Dre with an e can I get yours too oh Mine is Whitney like Houston baby so juicy and she a cutie think I saw Cupid but I’m like iceberg to da crudise

ok ok
Bring it down ok ok 
Turn on the light let's get it Right 
Everybody vibing with us Tonight 
Switching decises I'm Loving the life I'm pourin

ok ok
Bring it down ok ok 
Turn on the light let's get it Right 
Everybody vibing with us Tonight 
Switching decises I'm Loving the life I'm pourin

ok ok
Bring it down ok ok 
Turn on the light let's get it Right 
Everybody vibing with us Tonight 
Switching decises I'm Loving the life I'm pourin

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Kid Rock

Grits Sandwiches for Breakfast

1990

Makin' hit records like Whitney Houston
With a mind of violence, right, I might
Blow the show teachers speakin' yo, I cut MP's
To release to each and be

It's Whitney I know we haven't talked in a while
If you get this me call me back thanks bye 

Whitney baby been like years since you called 
Lately been

You see it in real life
Nevamind social media
Nvm dat they knw what the fuck goin on
I aint the nigga that got it like that
But i tell you i get what i

lie these niggas got me fucked up
Yeah, fuck I took my L, keep going back to court, I hate it there
Tryna do shit right but my big cuz had me in

OK, OK, OK, OK, OK, OK, OK (Okay)
Time to let it bang
We gone pop off like a bottle of Champagne
Been a star all my life I ain’t talking walk of fame

two's & one's
Make sure I don't lose, it's just
Never right
If it's not you by my side, in life


Yea, I wanna love you
Girl, I'm gonna love you
Yea, I

car, then ride by me 

Got guns that put a gap in your mouth like the bull Bobby...brown 

Trying to this chick Whitney in Houston 

But it's still

Bobby...brown 

Trying to fuck this chick Whitney in Houston 

But it's still alot of things that I just ain't used too

Summers


Niggas hit the deck when them

I'm from the city
Houston like my
Name is Whitney
From 5th Ward
Ain't nothing pretty
Made it through
When the odds against me
Should've listened
When

then four of you were really cheap, yeah
'Cause only two of you had dinner, I found your credit card receipt

It's not right, but it's okay
I'm gonna

row smoking now I turned to a Rasta
Ain’t into making friends nigga this is how it ends
Stabbed By the closet when I should not have let in aye
Land

remember how it was last September
I said, do you remember how I was there
For December and then November
But you did not even fucking see me in September
It

want to have babies?!?!?!
	STAN
It's every man's right to have babies if he wants them.
	REG
But you can't have babies.
	STAN
Don't you oppress me.
	REG

really
My opps know they can't get up with me
She on the mic, shorty singing like Whitney
Said she from Houston, I took her to Jersey
Working her out like

Naughty By Nature or NWA
90's music is the best, yeah it's all that I play
If you party with me then you better get it right
Bump it old school baby all day

ooh ooh ohh

We were sorta a Bobby and Whitney
The love was a drug at least you were Doing it wit me
How many times you cried about sixty

Ooh

Not

Haunted by your past mistakes
It's hard to tell between real or fake
They say good things come to those who wait (wait)
You make me feel some type

used to shootings 
Got a sugar mama trippy like she Whitney Houston 
Used to triple ghosting mobbing making murder music 
Ima execute swear that we

The fuck look like be a rapper and lacking
But I ain't a rapper I load up and clap shit
Sliding with Whitney thru Houston,My ratchet
I'm from Jersey, I score