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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
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
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
me the pussy I'ma play that shit
If she 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
SATURDAY NIGHT, SUNDAY MORNING 
Thelma Houston 

We're fooled by first impressions 
They're not always true 
You thought that I was made out
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
Love Somebody
Doris Day and Buddy Clark
Written by Joan Whitney and Alex Kramer
Peaked at # 1 in 1948
DORIS: Love somebody, yes, I do
Love
Love Somebody
Doris Day and Buddy Clark
Written by Joan Whitney and Alex Kramer
Peaked at # 1 in 1948
DORIS: Love somebody, yes, I do
Love
Love Somebody
Doris Day and Buddy Clark
Written by Joan Whitney and Alex Kramer
Peaked at # 1 in 1948
DORIS: Love somebody, yes, I do
Love
what they're telling me is true, you have found somebody new to love you.
There ain't but one thing I can do, baby,
To save my heart from being broken
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
that ***
But don't bite me, *** I don't play that ***

Marques Houston, I don't play that ***
By the time we got half way through watchin' 'Ray', I
The ones that stood by me like soldiers
You were there

I know you love me

But I'm still waiting for the Lord to come hug me
Send a sign or somethin'
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
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
and you'll never get beat
By the junk food tattooed white dude true blued
Honky with an attitude coming unglued

Fate's right hand...I don't understand
Yeah be the realest shit I never wrote
I ain't write this shit by the way nigga
Some real shit right here nigga
This will be the realest shit you
you might bring
If they’re the ones that tell you that you do the right thing

Houston girls, love the way it goes down
Atlanta girls, love the way it
said you might bring
If they’re the ones that tell you that you do the right thing

Houston girls, love the way it goes down
Atlanta girls, love
you might bring
If they’re the ones that tell you that you do the right thing

Houston girls, love the way it goes down
Atlanta girls, love the way it
oath keep it true at all times
Love smoking weed and I love bustin rhymes
Fine dime, stay fly keep it tight like a rubba
Just fuck'em , don't love
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
doper than Mike Jackson and Anna Nicole
Whitney Houston in the bath tub
If dope had legs I be Mary and Jones
Cause I'm doped up, lifting your weight
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,