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get it poppin on the balcony site
Forreal though
You know how I do it
Whitney Houston vocals through my neighbors ears
It goes down like the price

we pull up in trucks yea
South born and raised
Who the fuck fuckin wit me
Lil shawty from Houston
I nickname her Whitney
Ain't been in her city so long

write check prolly pay for it
Id prolly die for your love then lay a wake in it
Transforming in your heart I'm Michael Bay in it
Im Whitney Houston saving

I missed your calls
Girl, it's hard to look at my phone
With my head in the toilet bowl
Whitney Houston & late night sex
Live a life that it takes

on rocks
Slid her my last fifty made the bartender tip me
Lady of the night she's with me
Her name is whitney
Houston we have a problem
Can she come with me

just to see our hearts are beating in sync
Singing my love is your love by Whitney Houston
Who dat boy is a 9 and the wife is a 10
10 toes down when you

to stay away
You can't see how far cause you're too in the way
I make no excuses I'm good with the Houston I don't need the Whitney 
I don't mind a spliff

you try?
Stupid bitch, get up off my dick (ho), on my IG live
I'm the shit (shh), these bitches tryna clone me (oh)
Hot like Whitney Houston, now I

her out to Houston wearin' pinks, sippin' that Whitney
And I just want another ho, don't want no bitch from this lil' city
And I might throw her

whitney 
fill my cup with henny til i get real
tipsy
you don’t have to ask you know i keep a glock with me
you don’t gotta ask
i’m in my bag
and you know

Stupid bitch, get up off my dick (ho), on my IG live
I'm the shit (shh), these bitches tryna clone me (oh)
High like Whitney Houston, now I feel like

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

Rocks in my hand trying to get this molly off
On the block like Durant hotter than a Molotov
I will always love you
Like Whitney Houston in the bodyguard

And give 'em names now
Like Jimmy, you Wimme
I got that Houston, that Whitney, okay
Bitch are you with me
I put 'em down in the pit now you straight
And I

got you
Let's wrap up with TLC and Whitney Houston
When ya play some 112, you get to groovin'
Sensual sounds from Maxwell and R kelly
Go deep into your

talking Ricky
Then she let me fuck so I gave her a fifty
Glock singing in Houston but it name ain't Whitney
Pull up to your block and then I get to popping

of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't

you name it
She think she boujee
Cause she chillin up in Houston like Whitney
Girl I love you
But I can't trust you how I'm trusting my glizzy
I kept it

I fronted you the bow, now let me see where all my money at
Nigga try me in this bitch, put thirty in his trucker hat
Got SBA's in Houston, Servin'

We just want to be Whitney Houston
You know?


No matter what
Better make yourself a great day
I’m sure positive
Get negativity anyway
Spent many

pair, and made it back in features
I might rock the Rolex
I might rock the Cuban
I got that pressure pack
Or that Whitney Houston
I remix a nigga, got

Hand of the Dead Body

Ice Cube

Best Hip Hop Anthems Ever

1999

the face by a cop, close casket
An open and shut situation
Cop gets got, the wanna blame it on my occupation
If you don't dig me, than nigga you can sue

Wendy's
I pour the four like I don't want no kidneys
I think Miss Junkie smoke more dope than Whitney
Houston, my perk high come down like Spark a, Black

Nothing New

KRS-One

Hip Hop Lives

2007

already spit it
This my 15th album, I'm havin' fun wit'chu critics
Everythin' you doin kid we already did it

If rap was a toilet, I woulda already shit it