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some smoke
I call my brother he gone bring the heater
Bet that shit sang
Like Whitney Houston or just like Anita
They ain't think that I could do it

it, by my own, I don't need, no ones help
All I need is my own love, I'm all I have in the end
I get why drake said no new friends, im sticking to that

move shifty
Why they try play ditzy
I don't fuck with industry
Move around like a gypsy
I'm out to Houston no Whitney
Yea yea yea
Quickly I Came in

walk in a room
It feel like 
Horus in this bitch
I bring the sky with me
Higher then Bobby
When he with Whitney 
Hold my head up high 
With so much pride

walk in a room
It feel like 
Horus in this bitch
I bring the sky with me
Higher then Bobby
When he with Whitney 
Hold my head up high 
With so much pride

Brody got the 40, and my shorty she gon ride wit me
This That hood love
This that hood love story
This that hood love
My bae like Whitney Houston

Houston
Everytime i touch a pack I bet that bitch get to moving
Austin powers in my city, fn a get groovy
30k middle manning got an it got my pocket looking

pussy's, they ain't ever up it
Got my nigga by my side, he my Robin and we jumping
Any nigga try to run up promise they gone get to dropping
Ayo Iqnn, when

scribble
You'da thought I lost my life, biggie smalls, but you thought dead wrong, nigga
You'da thought I lost my life, Whitney Houston, had to try it my

what it do
Never listen to a cop
They was tripping acting hot
We gonn kill em' on some
Opposition get the chop up, that's on my gun
And we gonna live

been swerving traffic, you already knew it
Try to play me, you already did it
I'm the same nigga just a different vision
Ain't no sacrifice for my own

at you and I'm trying to kill it
Run away with these scars on my own
I heard you want my soul, I won't be alone
Two times, one hit
Don't blink, don't

I Been Dope: The Town Remix [Bonus Track]

Kutt Calhoun

Black Gold

2013

to die
These 9's will put your ass in the sky like a porcupine
My flow just so dope it's like I'm squirting lines
They try to kill the kid like bitches

a chitlin
In Houston dancin with somebody, but I'm not Whitney
Feeling like Tank Davis, hit him in his kidney

Being broke is a sickness
Oh, you try to rob

When I was young nobody taught me bout no rock roll
But Ma I swear that this guitar in my hands got its own soul
It's DNA must be the same as mine

a point of no return
I need your passion make it burn
Doing you right that's my concern
If loving you's wrong I'll never learn
Will all this last?
Will all

ain't no gangsters
Versace shit count about twenty by my ankles
Rich nigga put yo bitch all in different angles

I'm tryna fuck sumn I beat that pussy

with me 
Take it to Houston, Whitney 
Now I got yo bitch wit me 
She love that EZ D
Cuz my kind of spitting 
Is what it's supposed to be 
Picking out

capping the least
Cold nigga my heart like a fleece
You know her by name
But I know her by treesh
Half of the niggas they cap they lease
No pretending Im

it’s from plenty women, I like my hoes  
Smart and ambitious, suck my dick while I’m cleaning the dishes, fuck her good then Add  
9 to that 60, what I

car, then ride by me 

Got guns that put a gap in your mouth like the bull Bobby...brown 

Trying to this chick Whitney in Houston 

But it's still

It won't happen the 1st time pussy now try me 

You got a nice car, then nigga ride by me 

Got guns that put a gap in your mouth like the bull

and then you won't try
All my dark came to the light
You love hard tell by your eyes
I still remember that night
Regret all the times that I test you
And you

(woo)
I get it but fuck all that culture shit
Disrespect my dead homie, I'm poppin' off, battle over with
Try to shoot the nigga up, cut the nigga,