Lyrics:
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
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
probably looking down saying it's irrelevant
Whitney Houston, she was heaven sent
A song bird prolly smiling right now listening to her own words
Rosa
one
It's getting late to convince me
You've been hurting all alone, you miss me
Houston, we got a problem with Whitney
Too turnt, can't move, come get
stuck like I made a thousand rappers put shackles on they feet wit me,
And then I broke free, I'll let 'em loose when Bobby Brown and Whitney Houston
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
it be?"
"A martini and Rossi, Asi Spumante
By the way is that your Caadillac Allante
Parked outside right next to my Monte
Car? You can call it, my
not important
It's been long
And I was feeling Whitney, me and my homies sip Houston
Cars and clothes, thought I was winning
You knew I was losing
Raven-Symoné call date rape
Only 'cause I'm paid, I'm fucking all of Jade
And my DJ Zhane she likes it when they say
"Everybody move your body"
Got Whitney
that I'm about to be signed by one of the biggest pop producers at that time, my mother is sitting next to me and she couldn't be less impressed. She's
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
to imagine, like Kanye West
Coming back from his fatal accident to beat making and rapping
But, we the future, Whitney Houston told me that
And it's gon'
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!
that thang
And by thang
I mean my dangalang
You don't even wanna see what it can do, yuh, yuh, yuh
Yuh, yuh
They call me Kanye West
Pectus Gang,
Whitney Houston (huh)
He got caught without it, now they robbin' him for his rubies (woah)
He wouldn't give it up so he got buried in his Cuban (it's
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’m an awkward girl
I laugh at my own jokes
No one else does
Just kidding, they do
And I’m an average girl
I’m good at fitting in
But I don’t stand
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
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
need from a bitch?
What do I need from a bitch?
What do I need from a bitch?
Yeah, hold on, what do I need from a bitch?
I'm rich, you can tell by my
bite too hard, I'ma say that shit
But don't bite me bitch, I don't play that shit
Marques Houston, I don't play that shit
By the time we got halfway
a fuck what i'm drivin'
Houston on that lit shit man it's time to go
All my ladies in the club shake some ass drop it low
Call me Outkast, I'm just so
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
pretty
Riding with the Semi
With Whitney Houston with me
Gone off that Whitney
Gone gone in a Bentley
Headed up to Royal Lane to pick up Penny
A lot
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