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rape
Only cause Im paid, I'm fucking all of Jade
And my DJ Zhane she likes it when they say
Everybody move your body
Got Whitney Houston boosting
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
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
And I was feeling Whitney, me and my homies sip Houston
Cars and clothes, thought I was winning
You knew I was losing
You told me to wake up, oh, my
it be?"

"A martini and Rossi, Asi Spumante
By the way is that your Caadillac Allante
Parked outside right next to my Monte
Car? You can call it, my
[Jamie Foxx]
Oh yeah

[Chorus: Jamie Foxx]
I know you're sick and tired of waitin' on me girl
But I'm, just tryin' to get my money right
So let
need all the girls with me
So I can be their baby tonight, like Whitney
Houston, producin' a style that make a smile
To make you say, "ooh child!"
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
I'm hittin' Whitney Houston, oh, she bought me a fur?
Far-fetched like glass teks and kiddie rolex
Soon comin', but now it's time to kick the fun in
me, they wanna ride with me
They gotta be down hoe! Like Bobby Brown and Whitney

I gotta big truck on some big rims
I get my dick sucked, when I
Picked up on my phone in Houston 
Everybody answered, everybody answered but they won't say why 
Then this dancer grabbed me down by the bus stop
looking down saying it’s irrelevant
Whitney Houston, she was heaven sent
A song bird prolly smiling right now listening to her own words
Rosa Parks so much
looking down saying it’s irrelevant
Whitney Houston, she was heaven sent
A song bird prolly smiling right now listening to her own words
Rosa Parks so much
the got none 
Daddy ain't home from the dog run 
And you're riding through the city with a shotgun 

I left my man in Houston Texas 
Just before he
Ever since I was a child, 
I loved to wander wild 
Through the bright city lights, 
And find myself a life I could call my own. 
It was always my
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
that ***
But don't bite me, *** I don't play that ***

Marques Houston, I don't play that ***
By the time we got half way through watchin' 'Ray', I
shit
Kumbaya shit
Want to see nirvana, don't want to die yeah
Wanna feel that na na though
Can you come by, fuck with me
After my shift
Know them
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
stepped out of the strip club
Made 5000 look like 50
I spend all my time in Houston, smoke that kush but I don't do Whitney
I don't do Britney, I don't
drown all these haters, rest in peace to Whitney Houston
Cars, money, girls and the clothes
Aw man, you sold your soul
Naw man, mad people was frontin'
Aw
drown all these haters, rest in peace to Whitney Houston
Cars, money, girls and the clothes
Aw man, you sold your soul
Naw man, mad people was frontin'
Aw
Kanye West
Coming 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
stuck like I made a thousand rappers put shackles on they feet wit me,
And then I broke free, I'll let 'em loose when Bobby Brown and Whitney Houston
shoulders
I'm thinkin' I could brush it off and nobody notice
Keep raisin' my kids, Whitney, Jeffry, and Jordan
Keep coppin' new whips, Bentleys, Benzes,

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