Under The Sun

Under The Sun

歌手:DreamvilleJ. ColeLuteDaBaby

所属专辑:Revenge Of The Dreamers III

发行时间:2019-07-05

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[00:00.00] 作词 : Jermaine Cole/Luther Nicholson/Jonathan Kirk/John Welch/Asheton Hogan/Peter Mudge

[00:01.00] 作曲 : Jermaine Cole/Luther Nicholson/Jonathan Kirk/John Welch/Asheton Hogan/Peter Mudge

[00:03.42]If you miss me

[00:19.81]And you can't find

[00:29.31]Need no help

[00:36.43]I done seen it all, my God

[00:38.78]Uh

[00:41.30]I done seen it all, my God, I swear

[00:45.32]Uh, uh

[00:47.92]Nothing new under the sun, nobody ******* with son

[00:50.62]I got a couple of sons, a couple of guns

[00:52.93]A couple of ****** that bust up the party and **** up the fun

[00:55.20]She digging me and I’m cuffing her friend

[00:56.93]She ig'-ing you while we ******* for fun

[00:58.62]I got her suckin' her thumb, that’s my lil' baby

[01:01.17]She call me daddy like grandmama baby

[01:02.54]If this Sunday dinner, my hand on her gravy

[01:04.24]I been on the craziest wave, if I'm on the stage

[01:06.40]An M is my minimum wage

[01:07.52]This ain't no kennel, behave

[01:09.22]****** is with all that barking, we send 'em a stray

[01:11.22]So in a way we the dogcatchers

[01:12.71]How many bullets your dawg catchin'?

[01:14.64]Sawed-off, raw dog fashion

[01:16.32]Hauled off, hope God catch him, damn

[01:18.91]I woke up for some money, ayy, lil' *****

[01:29.10]Too many opps in here, tell me who you with, ayy

[01:32.80]Potato over my gun

[01:34.24]I move in silence 'cause ****** be clocking my funds

[01:36.29]When they should keep eye on they *****

[01:37.78]’Cause baby girl coming with son

[01:38.85]****** be judging my moves,

[01:40.10]But please tell me, what have you done?

[01:41.49]My cousin might air out the party for fun

[01:43.12]Pistol grips get to squeezing

[01:44.46]Wish a ***** would like Liam Neeson

[01:46.25]I don’t even need a reason, loyalty over treason

[01:48.84]***** *****, come and see me

[01:50.36]Put some respect on my name

[01:51.42]What side of my city I claim

[01:52.68]I try to stay in my lane

[01:53.94]Took my advance and put a cold piece on them thangs

[01:56.17]I'm 84 ’til the wheels fall

[01:57.86]Know some ****** probably pissed off

[01:59.43]Who would thought I made it this far?

[02:01.18]Gold mouth, *****, **** 'em all

[02:05.43]I woke up for some money, ayy, lil' *****

[02:14.00]Too many opps in here, tell me who you with

[02:17.22]I just put diamonds on all of my teeth,

[02:18.51]Now they probably think I ain't intelligent

[02:20.03]In the homicide unit interrogation,

[02:21.69]Asking questions, you know I ain’t tell 'em s**t

[02:23.55]B*****s call me a jock, all-American

[02:25.16]I'm at the top of my class with my letterman

[02:26.84]I remember back in college, b*****s knocking on my dorm door

[02:29.34]I ain't never let 'em in

[02:30.33]Now you know that that's cap, know I hit a few

[02:32.24]Ain't no job, I'm selling gas like I'm Jiffy Lube

[02:33.88]I had a freak, used to **** while her boyfriend in class

[02:35.81]I hit her from the back from like 10 to 2

[02:37.40]No back and forth with these rappers

[02:38.64]They mention me, dissin' me

[02:39.56]No talkin' back, I won't mention you

[02:40.74]Watch, when I come put that iron on your ass and I dip

[02:42.69]They gon' want me to snitch in my interviews

[02:44.37]I'm on fire, *****, I'm lit, but I'm really cool

[02:45.92]Don't acknowledge the shrimps when they ridicule

[02:47.76]They don't come out after dark, *****, I swim with the sharks

[02:49.52]You ain't got enough heart, get a bigger pool

[02:51.07]Wanna fight but he bigger, I ain't really trippin'

[02:53.29]I reach under my shirt, grab a bigger tool

[02:54.80]I got a Glock with a ****, let's get physical

[02:56.25]They gon' be hollerin' out, "Rip," and they missin' you

[02:58.03]They got me started, I might as well finish (Talk your s**t, *****)

[03:00.30]I'm from Ch****tte, you know how these ****** do

[03:01.74]Baby

[03:03.42]I woke up for some money, ayy, lil' *****

[03:12.85]Too many opps in here, tell me who you with

作词 : Jermaine Cole/Luther Nicholson/Jonathan Kirk/John Welch/Asheton Hogan/Peter Mudge

作曲 : Jermaine Cole/Luther Nicholson/Jonathan Kirk/John Welch/Asheton Hogan/Peter Mudge

If you miss me

And you can't find

Need no help

I done seen it all, my God

Uh

I done seen it all, my God, I swear

Uh, uh

Nothing new under the sun, nobody ******* with son

I got a couple of sons, a couple of guns

A couple of ****** that bust up the party and **** up the fun

She digging me and I’m cuffing her friend

She ig'-ing you while we ******* for fun

I got her suckin' her thumb, that’s my lil' baby

She call me daddy like grandmama baby

If this Sunday dinner, my hand on her gravy

I been on the craziest wave, if I'm on the stage

An M is my minimum wage

This ain't no kennel, behave

****** is with all that barking, we send 'em a stray

So in a way we the dogcatchers

How many bullets your dawg catchin'?

Sawed-off, raw dog fashion

Hauled off, hope God catch him, damn

I woke up for some money, ayy, lil' *****

Too many opps in here, tell me who you with, ayy

Potato over my gun

I move in silence 'cause ****** be clocking my funds

When they should keep eye on they *****

’Cause baby girl coming with son

****** be judging my moves,

But please tell me, what have you done?

My cousin might air out the party for fun

Pistol grips get to squeezing

Wish a ***** would like Liam Neeson

I don’t even need a reason, loyalty over treason

***** *****, come and see me

Put some respect on my name

What side of my city I claim

I try to stay in my lane

Took my advance and put a cold piece on them thangs

I'm 84 ’til the wheels fall

Know some ****** probably pissed off

Who would thought I made it this far?

Gold mouth, *****, **** 'em all

I woke up for some money, ayy, lil' *****

Too many opps in here, tell me who you with

I just put diamonds on all of my teeth,

Now they probably think I ain't intelligent

In the homicide unit interrogation,

Asking questions, you know I ain’t tell 'em s**t

B*****s call me a jock, all-American

I'm at the top of my class with my letterman

I remember back in college, b*****s knocking on my dorm door

I ain't never let 'em in

Now you know that that's cap, know I hit a few

Ain't no job, I'm selling gas like I'm Jiffy Lube

I had a freak, used to **** while her boyfriend in class

I hit her from the back from like 10 to 2

No back and forth with these rappers

They mention me, dissin' me

No talkin' back, I won't mention you

Watch, when I come put that iron on your ass and I dip

They gon' want me to snitch in my interviews

I'm on fire, *****, I'm lit, but I'm really cool

Don't acknowledge the shrimps when they ridicule

They don't come out after dark, *****, I swim with the sharks

You ain't got enough heart, get a bigger pool

Wanna fight but he bigger, I ain't really trippin'

I reach under my shirt, grab a bigger tool

I got a Glock with a ****, let's get physical

They gon' be hollerin' out, "Rip," and they missin' you

They got me started, I might as well finish (Talk your s**t, *****)

I'm from Ch****tte, you know how these ****** do

Baby

I woke up for some money, ayy, lil' *****

Too many opps in here, tell me who you with

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