Lyrics:
Whitney
When I OD in Houston as I proceed
Just to give you what you
Need
I'm sick in the head
When I shoot the bitch til
She dead
I put my dick into some
(woah)
And they gon' take your lyrics and build a case and try to use it
D.A. dropped my murder, didn't have evidence to prove it (nah)
I think my house
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
court side me you, and wifey
Two hundred on my neck, even though I gotta check
She'll fuck around and spend it on me
They don't know, they don't, they
slacks
I was a young bad mother in my own eyes
But now I realize it wasn't too wise
So now I teach, I'll reach to each
And every single individual
the next bullet end up?
There is no funeral procession
Going on here today
Unless it’s led by Fred Wesley
Gardner trumpeting a lively version
When
my goals
I set it in stone yeah
And I'm setting the tone yeah
They would call it a fantasy
F*** boy you ain't mad at me
Gon get your own fantasy
Gon
of hip-hop and R&B
It's important to Ocean to be the
Master of his own identity: Last
Year he changed his name from Lonny
Breaux to Christopher Francis Ocean
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
A natural fact:
That I pimp tracks and freak around
The game got cracks in them pipes
It's leakin' town
My lines blow yo' mind
Yo' senses
"" Fuck you know about a Plug nigga
You don't own no airplanes nigga! No submarines
How the fuck it's our fault ?!
verse
At Max' s eating
Switching lanes on the lames with my main thing
Same sick chains when I switch from the first gear
Y'all hear new shit, do a remix
Dope shit, make me wanna
and
Walk through the door got a hug from whitney Houston
Security was trippin
So we pushed it to the back
Dance floor poppin
Got denied by Kyla Pratt
the 40 she ain't lackin
Drinking lean by the gallon
Smoking weed by the ounces
Suck my dick it relax me (I mean)
Give me head it's relaxin
They like JD
tryna get fire in the booth with Charlie
I'm on about sloth I ain't chatting bout Wilson
try it on my own like I'm Whitney Houston
I was in lockdown
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,
told me keep it real
They call me by my nick name in the club
I don't fuck with whitney she's a thot
If you wanna leave me please do not
Baby try
on a Vyv
So high sorta like a Whitney Houston ride
Big guy I order the fries supersized
If you don't mind I might just let you decide
If my squad ain't
Dinninit, yo, hey, hey, hey
Dinninit, yo, hey, hey, hey
Dinninit, yo, hey, hey, hey
It's so real when we come through
Sunshine be on my sidewalk when I
overdosing like they're Whitney Houston
I look at this shit like it's the mother fucking hunger games
Kill or be killed
Who's gonna stand with me anyways
I
you, but I love you.
I want you to have your own thoughts and ideas and
Feelings, even when
I hold you in my arms.
It's our last chance
It's our
bullshit) lyrical miracle
Nigga I ain't got time for that (nobody listening to it)
I'm focus on my enemies (that's the real shit)
Y'all can have that (fasho)
wanna do is turn it
Touch road and I’m out on
My own and they stepped
On my toes so to me it’s all worth it
Me and RV doing 60 on the opp block
We been
It's just
Different when I spit it man
I'm Young Santiago
From Houston, Texas
Boys never quit
From the South
Heaven sent
Like a fire pit nigga
Fire
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