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town, we got a crib with a view. Come over, bring a couple friends, I keep mine with me. Shout out to Whitney, she was so wicked. The party was so crazy, the party was so crazy. Tomorrow I'll be lazy but
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Whitney, you want Britney. Jennifer and Halle. Baby. They ain't been cold like me. Put them bitches in my old winter coat. That is so last week. Them other niggas. They been waitin' for it. They gon' hold
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my mom. you can finally meet my mom. you can finally meet my mom. you can finally meet my mom. you can finally meet my mom. no speed, . of tired cars. Whitney Houston, Andre. you can finally meet my
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' to Whitney. I just wan' talk to somebody that get me, yeah. Chorus. Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday. Bad bitches have bad days too. Friday, Saturday, Sunday, bounce back. How a bad bitch always do
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fighting to get in. They all laughed at Whitney and his cotton gin. They all laughed Fulton and his steamboat, Hershey and his chocolate bar. Ford and his Lizzie, kept the laughers busy, that's how people
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. Would need a doctor so I can treat her like a cancer. Give me the medicine, I'mma put it through my arm slow. Listen to Whitney she singing where do broken hearts go Do they go, do they go, where they
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my mom. you can finally meet my mom. you can finally meet my mom. you can finally meet my mom. you can finally meet my mom. no speed, . of tired cars. Whitney Houston, Andre. you can finally meet my
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Candy. Johnny Mercer & Jo Stafford. - words and music by Mack David, Joan Whitney and Alex Kramer. . Candy, I call my sugar Candy. Because I'm sweet on Candy. And Candy's sweet on me. He/She
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player (baby, you've been on my mind). Keep it real, and maybe (maybe we can spend some time) (uh). Look, I need that real love, talkin' Bobby, Whitney (Whitney). And I keep it with me. I don't got no girl
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nothing's bothering me. Even though half you people got a * problem with me. You hate it but you know respect you’ve got to give me. The press's wet dream like Bobby and Whitney. Nate hit me. Chorus
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man (my guy), he's got the frisbee. I trap, trap, trap on the phone, movin' that cornflakes. Rice Krispies, hold tight my girl, Whitney (my G). On the road doin' ten toes, like my toes (like my toes
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Whitney. Having you hit notes, just like she did. Next day, telling all your friends what we did. Til you find out that her man is the quarter back. And he wants to meet up after school, you can't run from
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cornflakes. 0038. 730Rice Krispies, hold tight my girl Whitney. 0041. 990The ting goes skrrrahh, pap, pap, ka-ka-ka. 0045. 850Skibiki-pap-pap, and a pu-pu-pudrrrr-boom. 0049. 560Skya, du-du-ku-ku-dun-dun. 0052
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you move. That you ready and prepared. By yourself, like you playin' solitaire. Come and share some with me. If you ever need a bodyguard like Whitney. I'll be all over you fast like Ricky Bobby. Tell
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Rihanna love Whitney. She say how many bottles do you want, I told her 50. She say anything else? Yeah bitch a kidney. Every time I go out, you know I bring that dough out. Finesse is on a milli, it
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lovin you. Like Bobby love Whitney now picture me fuckin. Pullin your ponytail smackin you on the ass. Tellin you how (I can take you all around the world). That nigga can't do it like this. Even
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down, pass it all around. I can serve Whitney Houston and Bobby Brown. Them dope boys in this bitch like, let me buy that. Broke niggas in this bitch like, let me try that. I need a beat in the bitch
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and Whitney. Only time we don't speak is during "*** and the City". She gets Carrie fever, but soon as the show is over. She's right back to being my soldier. Cuz mami's a rider, and I'm a roller
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it movin who wit. my flavor unit. bumpin on exclusive. jumpin down in Houston. peace to Whitney Houston. tyin up some nuisance. ridin wit a few friends. the science of the crew is. neva give em
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on his last scratch. This that Derek Jeter on his last catch. This that Whitney Houston on her last track. This that Tiger Woods on his last swing. This that Jimi Hendrix on his last string. This
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movin' quickly on the ave. Same coke that got Whitney in the rehab Up early in the morning 'cuz there's money to earn. 'Cuz the early bird be the one that catch the worm. We got nicks, trieze, twenties
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. Like Whitney loves Bobby. Make you need me. Like Motown needed Smokey. You deserve all of this. Once I start I won't quit. Oh yea Lord have mercy on me, oh alright. Mike I don't think they hear me
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a colossus. Believe me, I'm thankful my brother's still with me,. And ain't much changed Bobby is still troubling Whitney,. And Bush is still bombing poor people yo he's deadly,. And me I got a
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four leaf clover, don't ask my shorty be over. News flash shorty we over, we like Def Jam and Hova. We like Bobby and Whitney, except without the kiddies. Um, and like Pam Anderson's career except
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on his last scratch. This that Derek Jeter on his last catch. This that Whitney Houston on her last track. This that Tiger Woods on his last swing. This that Jimi Hendrix on his last string. This
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four leaf clover, don't ask my shorty be over. News flash shorty we over, we like Def Jam and Hova. We like Bobby and Whitney, except without the kiddies. Um, and like Pam Anderson's career except
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Pine. I powered up the top of Mt. Whitney. They may not have a Jamba juice but here they'll never get me While working my tan, looked down the cliff to see. A line of black and whites dropped by a
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won't fool me again Used to have a Whitney. Then I Bobby Brown. I Got myself a Britney. Kevin Federline. Melissa Joan Hart. Mischa Barton. Kelly Kelly Kelly Kelly Clarkson (Chorus). Fergie Fergie
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on his last scratch. This that Derek Jeter on his last catch. This that Whitney Houston on her last track. This that Tiger Woods on his last swing. This that Jimi Hendrix on his last string. This
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tight, my man (My guy). He's got the frisbee (Shew). I trap, trap, trap on the phone. Movin' that cornflakes (Uh). Rice Krispies. Hold tight, my girl Whitney (My G). On, on, on, on, on the road doin' ten
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). Hold tight, my man (My guy). He's got the frisbee (Shew). I trap, trap, trap on the phone. Movin' that cornflakes (Uh). Rice Krispies. Hold tight, my girl Whitney (My G). On, on, on, on, on the road doin
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ti. ar. al. Who would imagine a king. by Whitney Houston. Mommies and daddies always believe. That their little angels are special indeed. And you could grow up to be anything. But who would imagine
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bothering me. Even though half you people got a *ing problem with me. You hate it but you know respect you’ve got to give me. The press's wet dream like Bobby and Whitney. Nate hit me. Chorus - NateDogg
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you’ve got to give me. The press's wet dream like Bobby and Whitney. Nate hit me. Chorus - NateDogg. Verse #3. Soon as a verse starts I eat it at MC’s heart. what is he thinking? I'ma not to go against me
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hydrocordone ya hide inside ya pornos. Ya vcr tape cases put ya ambiants see great places. To hide em aint it, so you can lie to haily. Im going beddy by whitney baby good night elaina. Go in the room and shut
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kinda hard to imagine,like Kanye West. Comin back from a fatal accident, to beat makin' and rappin'. But, we da future. Whitney Houston told me that, it's gon take mo' than a bullet in a heart to hold