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of the love?s greatest episode
From the bed to the wall
On the floor by the fire place
Make a night to remember
Years from now 
We can still replay
Do it once
rape
Only cause Im paid, I'm fucking all of Jade
And my DJ Zhane she likes it when they say
Everybody move your body
Got Whitney Houston boosting
Whitney now picture me fuckin'
Pullin' your ponytail smackin' you on the ass
Tellin' you how (I can take you all around the world)
That nigga can't do it
back from his fatal accident to beatmaking and rapping
But, we the future, Whitney Houston told me that
And it's gon' take more than a bullet in
all around the world

Picture me thuggin', picture me lovin' you
Like Bobby love Whitney, now picture me ***
Pullin' your ponytail, smackin' you
makin' money in New York City
Took some trips up to Houston be all the D-Town bootin'
Greg Street whats happenin' to they love that Gangsta Musik

If
Kanye West
Coming back from his fatal accident to beatmaking and rapping
But, we the future, Whitney Houston told me that
And it's gon' take more than
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 know, I know)
Y'all gotta love me
When the weight of the world was on my shoulders
You were there
When it got heavy, I held it
You were there
Mississippi A-Town y'all niggaz wit me
They talk funny but them boys makin' money in New York City
Took some trips up to Houston be all the D-Town bootin'
Greg
Yo, all the fans we love y'all
We gon' make one fo' the haters like fuck that

Old school nine eight can you see the Camilion
Below in the celing
fifty
Can't you tell by my cut why I'm pimpin'
And if I hit one time she's limpin'
And if he trick one dime he's simpin'
'Cause we don't do it like
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
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
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
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
bet you I beat you
The fans love my voice see I'm a blessing to the speakers
Y'all know me, I'm OG I'm low key
I'm too hot y'all can't hold me
All I
go in smoke

Uh, chin to the clouds, all 10 on solid ground
Sipping purple Whitney Houston, never touch the Bobby Brown
When it comes to the crown,
back from his fatal accident to beatmaking and rapping
But, we the future, Whitney Houston told me that
And it's gon' take more than a bullet in
We livin' good
Everyday it's all good
Alright

Look, swag on if a dag on pimp
Rock can make the stiletto drag on rough rider
Now miotis throw your
everything
I love till I reach the greatest ultimatum extraordinary
But on the contrary
Countin my blessings with the skills to give these verbal lessons
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
the oven so face fuck em
Say she love it, But she makes her weight to the bucket
Chuck it, and I ain't the greatest or nothing
But she's on her fucking
life
(Half Pint need ya'll listen to this real good)

It felt good to see Marques go solo, I stood by his side
His dreams was my dreams, so the love will