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Yeah mane, you know I'm smokin' at the beginnin' of the song, man 
Like a damn rapper 
Ah man, man, it's crazy bein' so rich, man, damn

In '09,

the power like my nigga 50
You know I keep that yappa on me, automatic semi
I got a plug out in Houston, I ain't talking Whitney
My niggas serve that white

name couldn't stay out her mouth
And I don't need to know if she just wanna join the team
Get down and kiss all up on my ring
I keep a Cadillac and I

Whitney Houston and Usher Raymond
Stuck lost daydreaming
Mental pictures I've painted
About this letter
Imagine me saying
Yeah
I blame you
After all

Hook
24, 7 get money im beastin, 
while you all sleeping man I still stay Beastin
beating backs outta chicks that im freaking 
car sit tall rims big

My Houston ting look like Whitney
Something about a pop, shorty tweaking off Britney
Bring another shot, give a fuck about my kidneys
I need you with

name Whitney
I can whip it up, purple in my cup
Got this drink from Houston, Dallas show me love

414-314-214, boy, I'm the one
Aye, I'm the man in

mean when I say 50 50, up in Houston with  
Bitches like Whitney that see me as coke and they can’t wait to sniff me, I got talent You 
Niggas ain’t

I've been on that thot patrol (Thot Patrol)
Knockin' the block like it's dominos (Dominos)
Don't need that shorty say adios (Adios)
Danny ya boy is

a 16 ting yeah

Ok, Yes man i’m bringing him because I
Knew he was alright let’s go, ok, Skepta
I’m not scared of DEVelopment
DEVelopment ain’t in

a party
Fuck em all, don't be sorry
Im fighting in the ring against myself, Matt and Jeff Hardy
I came in, by my own, I don't need, no one else
I can fix

the king
Versatile to the table, man that's what I bring
Patience running thin, that shit is hanging by a string
I just pray to God that all my sins won't

Maybe God won't forgive me
He saw my soul, my mind was too filthy
If I turn 5 to 50, have her singing like Whitney
But never move to Houston, my Jr

tears, but I been crying all day

My auntie Tyra need a kidney
I'm taking it hard but she still with me
I'm alone in Houston without Whitney
Fighting

The Bomb

Akinyele

Vagina Diner

1993

Move over Whitney Houston, I'm not losing 
By the way woman, yo, my name's not Susan 
It's the Akenyel, I rock well and with more clientel 
Then a guy

to grab his fucking Glock he wasn't able
Had a dvd in my house before I had cable
Jugged the last weed man that I met still ain't payed em
You ain't met

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'

that y'all never forget me
I need the same affect Bobby had on Whitney
My head getting bigger wave caps won't fit me
If I lack anything then I lack envy

breathe some air
You get one life and i aint here to get you scared
All the money man can make nevertheless or give or take
His status or gratitude or his

like a chimney 
I went to Houston like Whitney 
I think I need me a kidney 
No 
I need some fries and a smoothie ey
She do not judge me like Judy ey
They

What Up?

Pimp C

The Naked Soul of Sweet Jones

2010

what's up? 
Legends, what's up? 
Just love me baby just love me baby 
Yeah (yeah)
To all my Houston Texas country muffins 
Baby let me hit that liquor

’ll blow these straps
Bitches they come by the plenty
No Benz or no Bentley, just Honda’s and Civic’s
She still wanna ride and get higher than Whitney
I

We the wave and the vibe
Now they all trying to match
No 4/20
I'm 21 finna go savage
And I'm smoking cookie got hoes by the batch
Two tennis chains

the city
I got my brothers and sisters all with me
I’m hot like Houston, that’s Texas, no Whitney
I don’t mean no disrespect please forgive me
I had to sit