Lyrics:
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
Yeah I represent Houston man
Ya know they say we country down here
But everybody tryna ride blades
Everybody want to ride candy paint
Ya feel
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
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
get cream and you know I spit mean
I could kill a nigga hunnit bars with a sixteen
If you need grams I'm the man wit it
I started off young my nigga
shit
On a level like Serena and Venus is
Hold up hold up wait a minute
I got's to handle some business
All of these labels be calling!
Hold up
I need
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
ready for damn change, so y'all let the man shine
Stuntin' on Martin Luther 'cause I'm feelin' just like a king
Guess this is what he meant when he said
get enough of
Whitney Houston and I’m thinking
"Lord, that’s all I need to know"
I walked her to her door
And I bid that girl an overdue farewell
[talking]
yeah I represent Houston man
ya know they say we country down here
but everybody tryna ride blades
everybody wanna ride candy paint
ya feel
what you think he's stupid
If you steal my style
You going to get me suing
So dope I look sick call me Whitney Houston
Or even Bobby Brown, man I need
stang
Yeah we had them birds singing songs
Yeah you know that opera
We got Whitney dancing
We got Whitney Houston calling mayday
You say you need a doctor
out there
And I'm packing, long dick swinging
Swinging to my knees, tropic thunderstorm
Selling DVD's releases, releases
Never need a feature
They
ass, I got the bag
I don't need to ask, we're a perfect match
MVP, iced out like we sponsored by vvvs
Life as a DraftBoy is a DVD
You don't fuck with us
fifty-fifty
Long as rolling and Whitney's seen different cities, different titties
I bring no money with me, I'm on my grind man, no regrets when I die man
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