Lyrics:
I know where you are
Baby you ain't going far yeah (Kill em' on some)
What's the move
What it do, girl like what's the move
What's the move
What it
won't meet again
Flew In a couple of Females I will not by them a seat again
They'll say I'm simping hard in this album
I guess they've never felt alone
right
Even if you only get part of it right
Live for today, plan for tomorrow
Party tonight, party tonight
Dyin' to meet your girlfriends
That you
śmiechem, jakby ktoś dodał coś do papierosa
Widać, kto czego próbuje po oczach
Whitney Houston rażona prądem, Houston, znów mamy problem
Jackson się
love your ass in Houston
I ain't talking 'bout no Whitney
This is my confession yea
I swear that you're my blessing yea
Heart race while you
me, I'm the black Lance Ricky
'Cause I'm somewhere out in Houston
I ain't talkin' 'bout Whitney
I jam swiftly, baddest bitches can't get me
Now these
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin' (yeah, not the mid is low now, turn the mics up some more)
Our music keeps you movin' what are
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin' (yeah, not the mid is low now, turn the mics up some more)
Our music keeps you movin' what are
dad what you can do
Find the next Celine Dion or
Whitney Houston out there
Prove that you don't need
Him to do what you do
You make a good point
Well, I
earth you are (I miss you)
(Now I'm sittin' here)
Houston's missng you L.A.'s missing you
DC's missing you Chicago's missing you
(It's been too long
you are (I miss you)
(Now I'm sittin' here)
Houston's missng you L.A.'s missing you
DC's missing you Chicago's missing you
(It's been too long and I'm
no sci-fi horror
Walk by today, drive-by tomorrow
Talk hype, get blazed, why do you bother?
You've been wally since Tim Tam Tommy
Go raves
Get paid but
stalker
Words thrillin', so real they're chillin', the hit author
Gettin' louder than a shot gun, you don't want none
Rhyme pays was the name of the album
by Whitney Houston back in 1992
I don't do it for the views, no, I do it for fulfillment
And as long as that is true can't nobody take that from you
on a Vyv
So high sorta like a Whitney Houston ride
Big guy I order the fries supersized
If you don't mind I might just let you decide
If my squad ain't
Plus I climb, word is bond
Your album couldn't fuck with one line (couldn't fuck with one line, boy) (uh-uh)
It's been three years since you last hear
Plus I climb, word is bond
Your album couldn't fuck with one line (couldn't fuck with one line, boy) (uh-uh)
It's been three years since you last hear
Run that shit nigga know I'm boolin
No wishes until I'm ruthless
You slow bitches equal stupid
I'm hollering Whitney Houston
Cause she is an golden one
that ruthless
All so we can blow like Whitney Houston we stupid
Play with these dogs you will get mangled
I was taught to pop to take off the top don't
seems like you're in hell
But you got to keep pushin' 'til you do excel, the haters
And the phonies, we are to expel, have you just like Whitney Houston
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin' (yeah, not the mid is low now, turn the mics up some more)
Our music keeps you movin' what are
Ima rock, Ima roll
Ima spill out my soul
Cuz I just can’t live no other way
They wonder why we lost the way
You hurt the heart you spite the face
We
somethin' make sure you hear it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin'
Our music keeps you movin' what are you provin'?
You know that I'm two
bullets hit you up leave yo body with contusions
Yo stans praying for you to live
I'm on that Greek shit I pi right back on the block
Head shot kill shot
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