Lyrics:
this shit is hysterical
By my nephews and nieces I will email Jesus
Tell him forward to Moses and cc Allah
Mr. soul survivor does that make me
a spinach dip, I'm addicted to use Houston's
And if the numbers is right, I take a trip out to Houston
A earthquake out in China, a hurricane in New Orleans
strange (Weird ass fuck)
Cus why the love you always give you never get the same?
(You never get the same)
It's like I'm facing all my demons girl all by
a miracle"
And I say a miracle cause this shit is hysterical
By my nephews and nieces, I will email Jesus
Tell him forward to Moses and CC Allah
Mr. Soul
this shit is hysterical
By my nephews and nieces I will email Jesus
Tell him forward to Moses and cc Allah
Mr. soul survivor does that make me
Mom, she be cryin holdin on to her purse sayin... (oh...)
Aiyyo
What y'all thought I was too busy writin songs with Whitney Houston
Cuz "My Love's
shoes…
Dead body bloody socks!
They could kill you for your watch…
Don’t believe me? Just watch!
Trinidad James got robbed by Bruno Mars
Shit is this Earth
Somewhere in the world a boy or girl is being buried by their mother
Somewhere in the world there is violence, brother against brother
Do your
fitting like a glove
I had a crush on you since Real Love
Hold your horses, I'ma show you who the boss of intercourse is
Sex, I'm taking no losses
Even
watch it go in smoke, smoke, smoke
Uh, chin to the clouds, all ten on solid ground
Sipping purple Whitney Houston, never touch the Bobby Brown
When
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
gonna make you real chilly (Pew)
I'm out in Houston with Whitney
I'm with your bitch and we sippin' on Whitney (Sippin on Whitney)
She wanna know what's
Look
I'm enchanted by your walk
Haven't heard your voice
We haven't had the chance to talk
Scared to take a chance
My ex had left me in the chalk
SEE THAT
The book is so much better than the cover let me READ THAT
I think I love my city more the further I'm away I've been homesick
But I keep
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
you all like Bobby Brown and Whitney Houston's marriage
One big joke
It's your complex that got your carryin glocks and tecs
It's your complex that
they Minaj with me
Tryna to get inside my head but this is not a lobotomy
Oh my God he just dropped an album like what the fuck you mean
Where were you
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
Arthur Ashe died from aids, no
That's murder, nigga
Murder
Gunfire, death is so quiet, ask why, tell 'em it's
Murder
The sun rise then hide by grey
sleepy?
How the hell I'm gonna tell the youth don't be me?
Yea, ha ha
(I love it) Does your daddy think you perfect, does he know for certain?
Does he know
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
Beyonce had the best album of all time
We running on stage, snatching awards
Like 30 deep Wu-Tang shit, we even got swords
Cats is old school, we fire with
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
on the sleeve kind of guy. His love language is gift giving. When my dad came back from the piano store, my mom was mortified. My dad had just purchased a baby
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