Under The Sun Lyrics Download by Dreamville, J. Cole, Lute, DaBaby - Read, Copy & Download LRC or PDF file

[ti:Under The Sun]
[ar:Dreamville, J. Cole, Lute, DaBaby]
[al:Revenge Of The Dreamers III]
[lang:English]
[length:03:22.40]
[by:Jun]
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[ve:v0.0.5]
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[00:02.67]If, you miss me
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[00:19.28]And you, can't find
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[00:35.90]I done seen it all, oh my God
[00:38.25]Uh
[00:41.76]I done seen it all, oh my God, I swear
[00:45.79]Uh, uh
[00:47.65]Nothing new under the sun, nobody fucking with son
[00:50.29]I got a couple of sons, a couple of guns
[00:52.37]A couple of niggas that bust up the party and fuck up the fun
[00:55.12]She digging me and I'm cuffing her friend
[00:56.76]She ig'-ing you while we fucking for fun
[00:58.38]I got her suckin' her thumb, that's my lil' baby
[01:00.77]She call me daddy like grandmama baby
[01:02.38]If this Sunday dinner, my hand on her gravy
[01:03.96]I been on the craziest wave, if I'm on the stage
[01:06.39]An M is my minimum wage
[01:07.63]This ain't no kennel, behave
[01:09.60]Niggas is with all that barking, we send 'em a stray
[01:11.34]So in a way we the dogcatchers
[01:12.63]How many bullets your dawg catchin'?
[01:14.50]Sawed-off, raw dog fashion
[01:16.39]Hauled off, hope God catch him, damn
[01:20.54]I woke up for some money, ayy, lil' bitch
[01:28.99]Too many opps in here, tell me who you with, ayy
[01:32.46]Potato over my gun
[01:34.40]I move in silence 'cause niggas be clocking my funds
[01:36.20]When they should keep eye on they bitch 'cause baby girl coming with son
[01:38.67]Niggas be judging my moves, but please tell me, what have you done?
[01:41.27]My cousin might air out the party for fun
[01:43.19]Pistol grips get to squeezing
[01:44.53]Wish a nigga would like Liam Neeson
[01:46.90]I don't even need a reason, loyalty over treason
[01:48.73]Bitch nigga, come and see me
[01:49.99]Put some respect on my name
[01:51.90]What side of my city I claim
[01:52.34]I try to stay in my lane
[01:53.74]Took my advance and put a cold piece on them thangs
[01:55.90]I'm Beatties Ford 'til the wheels fall
[01:57.79]Know some niggas probably pissed off
[01:59.46]Who would thought I made it this far?
[02:01.80]Gold Mouf, bitch, fuck 'em all
[02:05.11]I woke up for some money, ayy, lil' bitch
[02:13.50]Too many opps in here, tell me who you with
[02:16.50]I just put diamonds on all of my teeth
[02:18.15]Now they probably think I ain't intelligent
[02:19.91]In the homicide unit interrogation
[02:21.55]Asking questions, you know I ain't tell 'em shit
[02:23.54]Bitches call me a jock, all-American
[02:25.11]I'm at the top of my class with my letterman
[02:26.83]I remember back in college, bitches knocking on my dorm door
[02:29.23]I ain't never let 'em in
[02:30.27]Now you know that that's cap, know I hit a few
[02:31.67]Ain't no job, I'm selling gas like I'm Jiffy Lube
[02:33.62]I had a freak, used to fuck while her boyfriend in class
[02:35.71]I hit her from the back from like ten to two
[02:37.19]No back and forth with these rappers
[02:38.31]They mention me, dissin' me
[02:39.36]No talkin' back, I won't mention you
[02:40.51]Watch, when I come put that iron on your ass and I dip
[02:42.43]They gon' want me to snitch in my interviews
[02:44.31]I'm on fire, bitch, I'm lit, but I'm really cool
[02:45.90]Don't acknowledge the shrimps when they ridicule
[02:47.58]They don't come out after dark, bitch, I swim with the sharks
[02:49.49]You ain't got enough heart, get a bigger pool
[02:51.50]Wanna fight but he bigger, I ain't really trippin'
[02:52.93]I reach under my shirt, grab a bigger tool
[02:54.39]I got a Glock with a dick, let's get physical
[02:55.84]They gon' be hollerin' out, "RIP," and they missin' you
[02:57.68]They got me started, I might as well finish (Talk your shit, nigga)
[02:59.83]I'm from Charlotte, you know how these niggas do
[03:01.26]Baby
[03:03.71]I woke up for some money, ayy, lil' bitch
[03:12.70]Too many opps in here, tell me who you with
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