Lyrics:
Take you out to Houston
Make you hit notes like you Whitney
Is you with me or
What is you thinking?
Navigating through your mind like I'm driving some
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
The club
Why
To party and have some fun
What is it that,
Can come and take away all your stress, tell me
Music
No further questions, you have passed my
is check your distribution
My songs bump in Houston like Scarface produced 'em
You ain't gotta like me, you just mad
'Cause I tell it how it is
is check your distribution
My songs bump in Houston like Scarface produced 'em
You ain't gotta like me, you just mad
'Cause I tell it how it is
(For your eyes) Let her know my life is on it
(For your eyes)
For your eyes only
For your eyes, do you understand?
For your eyes, do you understand
Woahhh, woahh
Pull up got the keys to my city
Reppin' Houston, like my name is Whitney
Yea this lifestyle I live, yea it's pretty
Yes these niggas,
'til I'm shitty
Singin' duets with my bitty
Yeah, I do it for my city
Tattoo it if you wit' me
I used to get real itchy
Off that Houston like I'm Whitney
with the aux to play a melody
A little Lauryn Hill Whitney Houston please
Both a little nasty, switch it to the Jodeci
Something bout your oar take
every word against me
Spilling my heart out where the paper and pens meet
Started off strong like Bobby or Whitney
But just like them you put your whole
like Houston Whitney, I'mma give you my kidney
And I know you my baby. And I love you in the daily
In it's for life, baby. In it's for life, baby. Baby
I
then you just tell me
Just tell me
Coughing up blood your love is poison that ain't healthy
That ain't healthy
I done stood by your side I even took
a car that's just been keyed up
And you need more than luck if your ripping honz
The punch lines that I deliver hit harder then Whitney was
Work
hella weight weighing on me
It's blowing my mind, like Lincoln
I must find a solution, and trust what I am doing
Performing miracles like Whitney Houston
I'm feelin'-feelin'-feelin'-feelin' oh, so blessed
I shoot at this shit and I aim for your chest I'm faded, I'm wasted, im faded off mollys and xans
said
Make a bitch from Houston scream like Whitney, body like Meg, her body like Meg
Rollin', coastin', flowin', gotta keep on, gotta keep showin', don't
down, your music's influenced by Whitney Bobby pills
While I am on fire, been gettin that Ricky Bobby feel
My cognitive ability decline's not beginning
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
The club
Why
To party and have some fun
What is it that,
Can come and take away all your stress, tell me
Music
No further questions, you have passed my
The club
Why
To party and have some fun
What is it that,
Can come and take away all your stress, tell me
Music
No further questions, you have passed
Double the trouble like this white chicks
She jus seen my clout then is right to my dick
I think Smokin this medical makin me sick
Imma whip out
it's beer
Niggas think they cold why you think I keep a sauna on me
Chopper get to singing sipping Whitney straight from Houston
If I got no strap we
need all that
I got 26 gold and platinum plaques
I'll take away your rights like the Patriot Act
Have your whole crew thinkin', "Well maybe he is kinda
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
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