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Whitney Houston was really popular then and my parents loved asking me to sing along with her songs on the radio. Especially on road trips in my parents'
at the time had the top hit records with Whitney Houston and the bodyguard soundtrack and Mariah Carey and all of these artists everywhere. Huge, massive
I just heard on the news
Whitney Houston has died
I got So Emotional I broke down and cried
She came from a family of soulful voices
If Cilla Black’s
Whitney's gone, by time you hear this song, she did all she could
All those women gave me superpowers, what I thought I lacked
I pray our children don't
ain’t a baller you rookie
Trappin’ in Houston no Whitney
And your girl chillin’ with me
I know you don’t want no smoke
I know you don’t want no smoke
at night let's see if Krampus tries to get me
Cookies and milk go good like Bobby and Whitney
Come get me it's like the grinch done stole my Christmas
Fly out to Houston I need line ain't talking fucking Whitney
(Ain't Whitney Houston)
You think I'm fine on the outside, but inside I ain't living (I'm
Makin' hit records like Whitney Houston
With a mind of violence, right, I might
Blow the show teachers speakin' yo, I cut MP's
To release to each and be
to imagine, like Kanye West
Coming back from his fatal accident to beat making and rapping
But, we the future, Whitney Houston told me that
And it's gon'
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
finna catch a body
Brown eyes call me Bobby
Ya nigga with me
Call me Whitney
I'm in Houston not Mississippi
Treat these hoes
Can't trick me
Halloween time
beam with a kit
Christmas coming, brother, tell me want em a stick
With a beam on the top, better come with a switch
I ain't writing no songs, give
laying low on Christmas
Straight magic Kazaam, bout' to blow kablam
Owe Whitney Houston, thank you for the music
Bobby Brown dope, folks say I sound dope
This that down South Nebsly music
This that Whitney Houston, museum, movin' music
That that Nesbly girl ain't used to
I'm made this album for nebly
to imagine, like Kanye West
Coming back from his fatal accident to beat making and rapping
But, we the future, Whitney Houston told me that
And it's gon'
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
Houston
Wind chill chilly considering
Conditions of Christmas traditions
Consisting of pissing in mittens
Militant villains, stealing
John Wick's killer's
So I suggest you find God or somethin', cause like Whitney Houston said
"You have nothing, nothing, nothing for me!"
I kept it clean but it could'a
can't get enough of Whitney Houston
And I'm thinking 'Lord, that's all I need to know'
So when the night was over, I walked her to her door
And I bid
Brody got the 40, and my shorty she gon ride wit me
This That hood love
This that hood love story
This that hood love
My bae like Whitney Houston
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
get enough of
Whitney Houston and I’m thinking
"Lord, that’s all I need to know"
I walked her to her door
And I bid that girl an overdue farewell
my home state Cali forn-I-A
I ain't too proud to beg I don't want no scrub
And just like LL Cool J, all I need is some love
Yeah you know my theme song
father
I am a prophet
Walk this road
So my kids can profit
Weight in they pockets
I'm headed for the stars
Blasting off
My team rocket
Houston we
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