Under The Sun Lyrics Download by J. Cole PDF/LRC File

[ti:Under The Sun][ar:J. Cole (feat. DaBaby)][lang:English][length:03:22.11][by:Jun][re:www.rclyricsband.com][ve:v0.0.5][00:00.00][00:03.88]If, you miss me
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[00:19.53]And you, can't find
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[00:36.15]I done seen it all, oh my God
[00:38.50]Uh
[00:42.10]I done seen it all, oh my God, I swear
[00:46.40]Uh, uh
[00:47.90]Nothing new under the sun, nobody fucking with son
[00:50.54]I got a couple of sons, a couple of guns
[00:52.62]A couple of niggas that bust up the party and fuck up the fun
[00:55.37]She digging me and I'm cuffing her friend
[00:57.10]She ig'-ing you while we fucking for fun
[00:58.63]I got her suckin' her thumb, that's my lil' baby
[01:01.20]She call me daddy like grandmama baby
[01:02.63]If this Sunday dinner, my hand on her gravy
[01:04.21]I been on the craziest wave, if I'm on the stage
[01:06.64]An M is my minimum wage
[01:07.88]This ain't no kennel, behave
[01:09.31]Niggas is with all that barking, we send 'em a stray
[01:11.59]So in a way we the dogcatchers
[01:12.88]How many bullets your dawg catchin'?
[01:14.75]Sawed-off, raw dog fashion
[01:16.64]Hauled off, hope God catch him, damn
[01:20.79]I woke up for some money, ayy, lil' bitch
[01:29.24]Too many opps in here, tell me who you with, ayy
[01:32.71]Potato over my gun
[01:34.29]I move in silence 'cause niggas be clocking my funds
[01:36.45]When they should keep eye on they bitch 'cause baby girl coming with son
[01:38.92]Niggas be judging my moves, but please tell me, what have you done?
[01:41.52]My cousin might air out the party for fun
[01:43.44]Pistol grips get to squeezing
[01:44.78]Wish a nigga would like Liam Neeson
[01:46.34]I don't even need a reason, loyalty over treason
[01:48.98]Bitch nigga, come and see me
[01:50.24]Put some respect on my name
[01:51.34]What side of my city I claim
[01:52.59]I try to stay in my lane
[01:53.99]Took my advance and put a cold piece on them thangs
[01:56.15]I'm Beatties Ford 'til the wheels fall
[01:58.40]Know some niggas probably pissed off
[01:59.71]Who would thought I made it this far?
[02:01.33]Gold Mouf, bitch, fuck 'em all
[02:05.36]I woke up for some money, ayy, lil' bitch
[02:13.75]Too many opps in here, tell me who you with
[02:16.75]I just put diamonds on all of my teeth
[02:18.40]Now they probably think I ain't intelligent
[02:20.16]In the homicide unit interrogation
[02:21.80]Asking questions, you know I ain't tell 'em shit
[02:23.79]Bitches call me a jock, all-American
[02:25.36]I'm at the top of my class with my letterman
[02:27.80]I remember back in college, bitches knocking on my dorm door
[02:29.48]I ain't never let 'em in
[02:30.52]Now you know that that's cap, know I hit a few
[02:31.92]Ain't no job, I'm selling gas like I'm Jiffy Lube
[02:33.87]I had a freak, used to fuck while her boyfriend in class
[02:35.96]I hit her from the back from like ten to two
[02:37.44]No back and forth with these rappers
[02:38.56]They mention me, dissin' me
[02:39.61]No talkin' back, I won't mention you
[02:40.76]Watch, when I come put that iron on your ass and I dip
[02:42.68]They gon' want me to snitch in my interviews
[02:44.56]I'm on fire, bitch, I'm lit, but I'm really cool
[02:46.15]Don't acknowledge the shrimps when they ridicule
[02:47.83]They don't come out after dark, bitch, I swim with the sharks
[02:49.74]You ain't got enough heart, get a bigger pool
[02:51.30]Wanna fight but he bigger, I ain't really trippin'
[02:53.18]I reach under my shirt, grab a bigger tool
[02:54.64]I got a Glock with a dick, let's get physical
[02:56.90]They gon' be hollerin' out, “RIP,” and they missin' you
[02:57.93]They got me started, I might as well finish (Talk your shit, nigga)
[03:00.80]I'm from Charlotte, you know how these niggas do
[03:01.51]Baby
[03:03.96]I woke up for some money, ayy, lil' bitch
[03:12.95]Too many opps in here, tell me who you with
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