Lyrics:
henny, pop a perc, it's a fusion
I like bunnies, ain't seen snow, my city like Houston
I don't do that Whitney, rather smoke a blunt like Cuban
Imma one
from Newark since Whitney Houston, that's a fact
If a n**** disagree then, I'll kill him on the track
Used to dream about The Grammy's but now, all I
Houston on that Whitney Houston, bish I'm Bobby Brown
And I ain't really with the low blows Shawty I just wanna kick it while you down
Shawty fuck with me!
chillin but im the most hotheaded nigga outta my group (NoCap!)
Met a bad bitch in Houston look real good like whitney
I think imma suck on her titty
Fuck
Whitney Houston
Five Star
Picture Vinyl of
Bonnie Tyler
Keytars
Gated Snares
Drum Machines and Crazy Hair
I’ll take you back to the 80s
When we can all
rippin' major venues
Like Whitney Houston like when I went to Houston
My father is from Texas, so next bust a rhyme for times
I felt it was no hope, but
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
need all the girls with me
So I can be their baby tonight, like Whitney
Houston, producin' a style that make a smile
To make you say, "ooh child!"
(Ayo Jug)
All black like I'm Batman
Shot me in the ribs
Ain't feel a thing I'm off a xan man
Keep the perky's by me, they my up's
when I'm down man
I
stopped
Well the hospital doctor said I think we need a shock
He's not gonna make it better wake him up
Cause he's not gonna listen to Whitney singing
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
can't get enough of Whitney Houston
And I'm thinking 'Lord, that's all I need to know'
So when the night was over, I walked her to her door
And I bid
me?
We brought snow into Texas; in the Houston serving Whitney
I don't fuck with no clowns but number 1 like I'm penny
A bitch can't get a dime; let
nigga haha
Matta fact you know what it is man
Shouts out Jackie Robinson
Booker T Washington homie
Oh y'all ain't think I knew that shit!
Sydney
Sheesh
This one goes out to all my smokers out there
Who's trying to light me up, uh
Yeah
Baby bounce with me
Bounce with me
Bounce with me
Smoke
Niggas would've been in my position
I bet they would've hit the panic button, man (niggas get shot everyday, B)
They was sent for me, my dawg in Houston
nigga haha
Matta fact you know what it is man
Shouts out Jackie Robinson
Booker T Washington homie
Oh y'all ain't think I knew that shit!
Sydney
man Bun B, what?
It's nothin', I'm from New York but I got country cousins
It's nothin', you stay connected by the slang you bustin'
The things you
by Whitney Houston back in 1992
I don't do it for the views, no, I do it for fulfillment
And as long as that is true can't nobody take that from you,
My dopeness is stotious
I'm too ferocious stay focused
No hokus pokus that's bogus
A magnum opus so notice
Psycho with psychosis
Learned to rap by
on the next man
You need to try to be the best man
I think you got it from your girlfriend
Talking about bitches contagious man
You talking about Keisha
I'm from the south it get dirty and gritty
Shawty bout a 10 and she right here with me
Know a baddie from Houston she look like Whitney
Put my life
I had shown a great acumen for playing music by ear. My father bought me a small keyboard that was maybe like one or two, maybe three octaves. And I
fuck with Houston heavy
Like my bitch name was Whitney
Ion steal shit, I take shit
Nigga gimmie
Im nothing like these niggas
Do my dirt and get
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