Lyrics:
fifty
Can't you tell by my cut why I'm pimpin'
And if I hit one time she's limpin'
And if he trick one dime he's simpin'
'Cause we don't do it like
the bag if it ain't expensive
Oh my God, that bitch so picky
Let my Draco sang at all the opps in Houston like it's Whitney
Need to watch out for them
the gang can’t go
Ding dong, 125 or ten toes
All of this road that I do
I need me a whole load of petrol
Same way I gotta stick with this paper
Like
I was ill at that Houston's, nigga, where was you? (Wheel the sound)
Hip-hop critics, sit the fuck down, get a chair or two
I ain't tryna kick
no Disney
Fly like a Rocket, from Houston, no Whitney
Oops, I did it again, I feel like Britney
I'm so ahead of my time, yeah no Ripley (From Alien)
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
Sheesh
This one goes out to all my smokers out there
Who's trying to light me up, uh
Yeah
Baby bounce with me
Bounce with me
Bounce with me
Smoke
out to all the refugee gangs around the world
Signal, signal, y'all need to chill with the drive-by's
It was the fourth of July I heard the cherry bomb
zoldatten?! (Ozay Optzay!)
Yeah, give it a try, (By by by by)
But me I'm jasto Bordello kind of guy!..
Mama, of course all hopes are so fragile...
Papa, I
pool up in the roof, I got the suede up in the ceiling
'88 dope man, not purple rain-rocks, having things, diamond chains
Doin' it till my money came
to breeze me, but I got niggaz in New York
Coming kama-kize, sparking this shit that keep me off the heezee
Jay-Hovah, he with my man came over
To scoop
Up in Houston, smoking on Whitney, I drip like Brita, my fit to clean
Me and this Britney, thick as thieves whole lotta blood whole lotta leaves
Down
Just touched down in Houston, I'm trying to fuck on Whitney
I just wanna dance with somebody, look God forgive me
We took cover behind the walls when
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
pull these capers all the time
With the ugliest AK, I blow his motherfuckin' mind
Him and whoever standin' by, I'll tell these niggaz, "Let's go"
with me
Poppin perks and sippin lean imma need a kidney
Im in houston mississippi missing houston whitney
Oh you got it pusssy boy you wont ever get me
as hell surrounded by bombshells
Careful as I get near'em, stand near and compare 'em
Or all girl heir 'em, I'm the man with the serum
Assets,
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
Post up in the trap all by lonesome with more milly's
All these niggas talking with no sense they need more 50s
Turning 16 getting big so don't act
'm leanin on the switch, sittin crooked in my slab
But I could still catch boppers if I drove a cab
A young Houston hardhitter all about the scrilla
Ridin
At the studio we cookin' hits
And we through with those we cook some grits
Man, we was all so broke and gritty
But all my people wasn't broke and stingy
If I
Y'all bitches don't want beef like vegans
I don't have a care and if I do I take care of it
Haters dead waiting I ain't with that pall bearer shit
want that savage shit, I gotta represent
Y'all want some rider shit well here it is then
How you ridin'? Bad bitch hair did nails feet too
How you
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
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