Diddy Bop - Noname ( slowed + reverb )

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  • @sips.8825
    @sips.8825  3 ปีที่แล้ว

    I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready
    I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready
    I'm ready, I'm ready
    This sound like Mississippi sippy cup, daddy turn bibby up
    Henny invented the catalyst for happiness in my cup
    This sound like kiddies on the playground when mama was running up
    Ooh, you about to get your * beat
    This sound like * complaining when their * like Raz-B
    B2K in the stereo, we juke in the back seat
    Or juke in the basement, in love with my KSWISS's
    This feel like jumping in a pool and I'm knowing I can't swim
    Ooh, you about to get your * beat
    For stealing that twenty dollars like "baby, just ask me"
    Mama say she love, love, loved us
    When the lights was off we had to stay with cousins
    Granny at the BBQ with petty * husband
    Summertime, city life, Chi-town, my town, my town
    After school matters like I'm needing that stipend right now
    Kennicott parking lot got caught with the blunt like "wow wow"
    Run, run, run, mama say come home before the streetlights do
    Ice cream on my front porch in my new FUBU and my A1's too
    Watching my happy block my whole neighborhood hit the diddy bop
    This sound like growing out my clothes
    With stars in my pocket, dreaming bout making my hood glow
    This sound like every place I would go, if I could fly
    This feel like every summertime
    Fall asleep dreaming bout all the places I could go
    And every one of them feels so close, still chasing time
    And I am not a star
    I am a meteor on a crash course towards Earth across the cosmos
    Versus Perseus to the father
    Of his birth to tell the truth, that I'm his real son
    Get blocked, I'ma build one
    Get blocked, I'ma build two
    Hope that you see it's a staircase
    Still pray for a fair day where they give a fair race to the marinade
    And the dogons and the eses and the fair faced
    Keith Ape tryna pill paint
    Rainbows with a pink blue and a sea foam type of green hue
    Make a clear space
    Stop overreacting, it's past my curfew I'm out after 6
    Happily making my accident
    Mama gon' whoop on my * again
    Pray that I'm making my way before 8 and I might have to sneak in the back again
    Hope that Memorial traffickin'
    Hope that she stopping for gas again
    Girl I just want to relax again
    Pray you gon' bring that * back again
    Pray you gon' bring that * back again
    I know
    Run, run, run, mama say come home before the streetlights do
    Ice cream on my front porch in my new FUBU and my A1's too
    Watching my happy block my whole neighborhood hit the diddy bop
    This sound like growing out my clothes
    With stars in my pocket, dreaming bout making my hood grow
    This sound like every place I would go, if I could fly
    This feel like every summertime
    Fall asleep dreaming bout all the places I could go
    And every one of them feels so close, still chasing time
    Watching my happy block my whole neighborhood hit the diddy bop
    Watching my happy, watching my happy ooh ooh
    Watching my happy block my whole neighborhood hit the diddy bop