Search results for 'by houston album whitney houston' Page #8

bitch some complex but she ain't wit me
All my niggas balling just like Houston we aint Whitney
Drop milly on these 808s it's gon get shitty
Yeah this

tryna kill me, look look
This choppa from Houston I ain't talkin no whitney, pull out .223's n I aim at yo kidney
Turned to the streets i'm a demon, I

My bitch like Whitney Houston
I just fucked her in a bath tub
Feeling like Deshaun
Made your ho give me a back rub
Bitch Ima a geek monster
Ain't

dig
Like Whitney I'm Houston
I'm boutta take off like rockets ain't something I'm used to
Damn, this shit Go crazy
Straight outta Kingston, yeah that is

made me question everything
Now I gotta be held
By the leash that you been holdin for me
Cus otherwise I'm gunna have to bring you to your knees
And show

wanna blow me
Had to get this shit all by my mothafuckin' me lonely
Once I, once I, once I get it
TayK verse 
Gun time, gun time, now I gotta kill him I

psychedelics
Just for supper hey yea
How you grew up and the streets
Was like your mother hey yea
I know sin cities pretty
Im in houston like I'm whitney
All my

to fly with no layover
Always pray the feds ain't on us
Niggas ain't safe, but the money safe with me
Tryna be Bobby in Houston not Whitney
Rap Camp next

a gypsy
Fuck all the bullshit, nigga, you can miss me
If you bust at me, better not miss me
Sippin' on Houston, nigga, no Whitney

Ayy, yeah, yeah, ayy,

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

writers they still can't raise spirits
Don't brag about the drugs cause look what happened to Whitney
Houston we have a problem
Money makes them act like

Entaprizin'

Big Daddy Kane

Veteranz Day

1998

Sense
Houston and Atlanta we love you
Peace to the West Coast they really set the Doggs loose
We always say the future's in today's children
If so,

My Kind of Music

Ray Scott

My Kind of Music

2005

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

my foot
On, but right then and, there
My vision peeps 'em, to dirty fleece 'em
Thinkin' nobody sees 'em, boostin'
So I exhale like Whitney Houston
Then

I Been Dope: The Town Remix [Bonus Track]

Kutt Calhoun

Black Gold

2013

doper than Mike Jackson and Anna Nicole
Whitney Houston in the bath tub
If dope had legs I be Mary and Jones
Cause I'm doped up, lifting your weight

on the wrist from Cops 
Stop Frisk. Stand Your Ground. had bitches with Me boostin' in Beverly Hills when Whitney Houston drowned 
Vilified... then Tom Petty

mną
Suka wie że to zaboli
Nie ma to znaczenia ona to moja Beyonce
Bo to serducho Ja latami dla Niej bijące
Moja Amy Whinehouse moja Whitney Houston
Moja

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

Blase Blah (Off Tha Head)

Kwest tha Madd Ladd

This Is My First Album

1996

So I suggest you find God or somethin', cause like Whitney Houston said
"You have nothing, nothing, nothing for me!"
I kept it clean but it could'a

And give 'em names now
Like Jimmy, you Wimme
I got that Houston, that Whitney, okay
Bitch are you with me
I put 'em down in the pit now you straight
And I

got game to keep
The chickens' heads roosted
This shit be boostin' until
I hear some Whitney
"I don't want to hurt anymore" Houston
So bitch, hit

przed ósmą
Witryna jak lipne lustro, a ja przed nią w t-shirt'cie z Whitney Houston
Ustawiam na szachownicy pionki
Nie mam co sprzedać, kraść? Jebać! Od

on you with
A chicken like Papa Shango big chain
Skeleton bones dangling while I'm mingling
Now let's watch a flick by John Singleton
(Rest in peace)

Uh

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