Whitney Houston Lyrics

Like a dream how she looked wearing cartiers

At the beach with a girl wearing nothing else

And this blunt will knock you down like Dustin Poirier

Plus my choppa sing like Whitney Houston if they got somethin to say

And it's been known i been alone for a long time

Ever since my brother got caught in that cross fire

But i still gotta grind like if it's hard wired

Bitches can't be equal wit me, they don't know bout hard times

So ion need love now i need loyalty

Lil bitch got her nails and her edges slayed

I got a collar on you know i got that dog in me

And i got some jewels on me you know that all my debt is paid

It could be like 3 or 4 am i'm in the coup bumpin

Walkin round dirty bills all blue hunnids

Ain't no killers in your squad can't shoot none

Choppa got the titties and she sing like Whitney Houston

I'm that tower in the field look like lou hudson

In my freshman year already on the hoop dunking

Tore my thighs road running so i took the L

Thought it was the end but now i'm higher off of something else

And i got it on my own no i'm not braggin

Remember 8th grade teachers tellin me to stop saggin

Now i'm in my bag mike amari all of my pockets

Got a lot of lettuce but the devils nailing my coffin

Maybe we could get along tho cause i'm night stalkin

First he said he wanted smoke, so why he light joggin

I stay in my lane makin money, why you eyeballing

Got a lot of haters really sending "i should die" comments

But i'm never gonna die, sorry

I could be an icon tho im never gonna stop grindin

Just like an avengers bitch i'm never gonna stop fighting

And i love the christian bitches but im not what god wanted

Like a dream how she looked wearin cartiers

At the beach with a girl wearing nothing else

And this blunt will knock you down like Dustin Poirier

Plus choppa sing like Whitney Houston if they got some to say

I see what's real i seen what's fake and i can't trust a thang

I got them bills i keep deadfaces in my baggy jeans

Like you can't see me falling now i keep my forces laced

But you could see me wit yo bitch cause she just wanted pape

Big game that i'm spittin at her gram handle

I got the pressure in my blunt that you can't handle

Bouta make her sing a note wit my fingers, no piano

Bet i came in wit the stank cause i'm lit like a candle

And i got money on my mind like my hat made of cash

And all this nappy ass hair keepin me recognized

And i can't fold ain't got no crease i keep me fitted nice

But if you wanna fuck wit me then okay roll the dice

And i could never save a hoe, ya boyfriend superman

I know he'll fold for Lois lane and i'm that kryptonite

I see red pill i see blue pills bitch i chose megamind

And i'm so faded now i see god when i close my eyes

Like a dream how she looked wearin cartiers

At the beach with a girl wearing nothing else

And this blunt will knock you down like Dustin Poirier

Plus my choppa sing like Whitney Houston if they got some to say