Deepsound - Street To Famous

It was a big day. Hey. Oh, whatever may day.
The bass. No one ever do me. Bye bye.
Now they all on me. Woo! Shit, shit, number five, number five in the five.
You are going fast, you a full adopt pride.
No one got brain, bitch. Boy got hype.
Cooking Baker feels the Juno Remy on rock.
What you lookin' at the bass.
Uh. What you lookin' at the bass.
What you lookin' at the bass.
Uh. No, no, no, no loving everywhere.
What you lookin' at the bass.
Uh.
What you lookin' at the bass.
Woo! What you lookin' at the bass.
Yeah. Uh. Huh. How many scanners in the gather with the brain is a battle, but you never leave the belly in
the matter the flame. 'Cause outta black, I'm over the potatoes in it.
And outta makers in the gather that I need to be swift.
So hand on my bells in the Vatican floor.
Say a prayer, throw my bottle with the fucking to grow.
We know. Ain't got a vision, a bit on the go.
May need a wanna with the battle, I'm on me to be sure.
There's uh, can't give a gate, no big off the back. 'Cause everything that this is seedy better make the beat
you better get. I'm just a step, but for less in the back.
No word enough, you gain pace, it's a fucking to stack.
The rack, I get the way. It's all from the street.
A vision of the world to give, but from the deep.
Uh. I left this in the down when I slip in the note.
But this ain't over, zinc. We this is fucking dope.
What?
What you lookin' at the bass.
Uh.
What you
lookin' at the bass. What you lookin' at the bass.
Uh. No, no, no, no loving everywhere.
What you lookin' at the bass.
Uh.
What you lookin' at the bass.
Woo! What you lookin' at the bass.
Uh, uh, uh, uh. It was a big day.
Woo! I, I, whatever need that.
Oh. Do whatever do me. Uh. She now they all go there.
Uh, uh. Shit and a flood, a flood in the crowd.
You're going fast, you a full adopt pride.
Do whatever do me.
She now they all go there.
Come on slide, Jenny. Better skin, he washed and set up.
I'm getting sunny, watch Jenny walk.
Woo, woo. Come on slide, Jenny.
Better skin, he washed and set up.
I'm getting sunny, watch Jenny walk.
Yeah.
Oh.
Uh, uh. Shit, shit, number five, number five in the five.
You are going fast, you a full adopt pride.
No one got brain, bitch. Boy got hype.
Cooking Baker feels the Juno Remy on rock.
What you lookin' at the bass.
Uh. What you lookin' at the bass.
What you lookin' at the bass.
Uh. No, no, no, no loving everywhere.
What you lookin' at the bass.
Uh. What
you lookin'
at the bass. Woo! What you lookin' at the bass.
Yeah. Uh. Huh. How many scanners in the gather with the brain is a battle, but you never leave the belly in
the matter the flame. 'Cause outta black, I'm over the potatoes in it.
And outta makers in the gather that I need to be swift.
So hand on my bells in the Vatican floor.
Say a prayer, throw my bottle with the fucking to grow.
We know. Ain't got a vision, a bit on the go.
May need a wanna with the battle, I'm on me to be sure.
There's uh, can't give a gate, no big off the back. 'Cause everything that this is seedy better make the beat
you better get. I'm just a step, but for less in the back.
No word enough, you gain pace, it's a fucking to stack.
The rack, I get the way. It's all from the street.
A vision of the world to give, but from the deep.
Uh. I left this in the down when I slip in the note.
But this ain't over, zinc. We this is fucking dope.
What?
What you lookin' at the bass.
Uh. What you
lookin' at the bass. What you lookin' at the bass.
Uh. No, no, no, no loving everywhere.
What you lookin' at the bass.
Uh.
What you lookin' at the bass.
Woo! What you lookin' at the bass.
Uh, uh, uh, uh.
It was a big day. Woo! I, I, whatever need that.
Oh. Do whatever do me. Uh. She know they all go ban
.
Shit than a flood, p-plug than a frog.
Jordan gone bad, leave a fool like, "Ow, wow." So what else to do next?
She know they all go ban.
Cool slap, Jenny better skin.
He watch the telly, I'm getting sunny.
Watch and he pop
.
Cool slap, Jenny better skin.
He watch the telly, I'm getting sunny.
Watch and he pop
.
Yeah.
Uh-uh, uh. Uh, uh. Yeah, I ride for my vibe like a dog
.
Jordan gone bad, leave a fool like, "Not proud." Know I got brain, get more, I got height.
Cookin' bacon, feel the journal, read me, y'all rot.
But you fuckin' with the greatest, uh.
But you fuckin' with the greatest.
But you fuckin' with the greatest, uh.
No, no, no, no love in every round.
But you fuckin' with the greatest, uh.
But you fuckin'
with the
greatest . But you fuckin' with the greatest.
Yeah, uh, huh. How many scoundrels in the gutter with the pain as a battle?
But you never lived the belly in the matter, the flame. 'Cause out of black, I'm over the potatoes in it.
And all the makers in the gutter that I made to respect.
It's on. And all my bells in the Vatican floor.
Say a prayer, throw my bottle with the fuckin' Negro.
We know. Ain't got a vision of bitten the gold.
Man, either one or with the battle, I'm on my meter, but sure.
There's uh, can't give the gate, no, fuck off the bat. 'Cause everything that this is seedy, better make the
beat you better gat. I'm just a step, but for less in the back.
No word enough, you gain base, it's a fuckin' step, the rat.
I get the rain and snow from the street.
A vision of the world to give, but from the deep
.
Her life is in the down when I slip in the nose.
But this ain't over, Z, we just as fuckin' adult, what?
But you fuckin' with the greatest, uh.
But you fuckin' with the greatest.
But you fuckin' with the greatest, uh.
No, no, no, no love in every round.
But you fuckin' with the greatest, uh.
But you fuckin' with the greatest
.
But you fuckin' with the greatest.
Uh, uh, uh, uh.
How you wanna flip that?
I-I-I go whatever lit that.
So what else to do next?
She know they all go ban
.
Shit than a flood, p-plug than a frog.
Jordan gone bad, leave a fool like, "Ow, wow." So what else to do next?