Lyrics:
Yo, all the fans we love y'all
We gon' make one fo' the haters like fuck that
Old school nine eight can you see the Camilion
Below in the celing
go and find
A part time hoping I could give Dreamville my full time
Yeah... yeah
Paradox in music is that fans care more bout the man
They tend
that savage shit, I gotta represent
Y'all want some rider shit well here it is then
How you ridin'? Bad bitch hair did nails feet too
How you ridin'?
that duffed Whitney Houston
They was boostin' while I'm slurping from my sippy cup (sippy cup)
Need blue jeans, pulling out the pocket fluff (the
drown all these haters, rest in peace to Whitney Houston
Cars, money, girls and the clothes
Aw man, you sold your soul
Naw man, mad people was frontin'
Aw
She gon' do it for my niggas
In the club with me
We in Houston rip cause I love Whitney
I use to drink gin now I'm on hen
And I love whiskey
Pull off
Hey
We need to talk
You need to come inside out of the cold
Shut your mouth and rest your throat
Cause I seek some guidance
Cause I am still a bit
drown all these haters, rest in peace to Whitney Houston
Cars, money, girls and the clothes
Aw man, you sold your soul
Naw man, mad people was frontin'
Aw
don't bang blocks I bang my whole city
Imma need her tonight that bitch too pretty
We just got to Houston and we brought Whitney's
She said I'm a dawg I
would save spend that
Oh She came from the bottom to top me
By myself this a one man army
off the bench they ain’t wanted start me
I’m taking off like Im
drown all these haters, rest in peace to Whitney Houston
Cars, money, girls and the clothes
Aw man, you sold your soul
Naw man, mad people was frontin'
Aw
I spent me a 50
You can't keep up with me
I might do a show out in Houston like Whitney
All my boys with me
If shit's getting gritty
I'm not like
that ruthless
All so we can blow like Whitney Houston we stupid
Play with these dogs you will get mangled
I was taught to pop to take off the top don't
stepped out of the strip club
Made 5000 look like 50
I spend all my time in Houston, smoke that kush but I don't do Whitney
I don't do Britney, I don't
some smoke
I call my brother he gone bring the heater
Bet that shit sang
Like Whitney Houston or just like Anita
They ain't think that I could do it
want that savage shit, I gotta represent
Y'all want some rider shit well here it is then
How you ridin'? Bad bitch hair did nails feet too
How you
known at the time for hits from Lisa Lisa and Cult Jam and they had this massive hit by the Backstreet Boys, All I Have To Give. Every so often I rip him
Shouts to Latifah, the Fugees I see you
It's ready or not speak the gospel like preacher
Spazz on the mic like I'm Red Man on features
Not Naughty by
like me man
Your hearts untidy
Why you got two face like miley
How Do fakes get by me man
Is he an opp or a Jake need id man
Small circle not no
a shine only seen for the weekend
I hit from the back make her sing Whitney Houston
You came from Ohio, your music is humid
You pass me ball I don't miss
to the light
Flash the brights
So my eyes
Can illuminate
The night's cries
Higher then all the rest
So no sleep for me
I confide in myself
Lil bo you are
to the light
Flash the brights
So my eyes
Can illuminate
The night's cries
Higher then all the rest
So no sleep for me
I confide in myself
Lil bo you are
got my own crib with a grown bitch and did all that sober
Aye
I hate a pick me mother fucker, who need Robitussin
'Cause he think he sicker than
Oh yeah, yeah
Kept the Galleria open 'til ten for you and your friends
You know how I spend in H-O-U-S-T-O-N
I get too crazy, had a little baddina
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