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dreamville, j. cole & lute - under the sun lyrics

[intro: j. cole]
if you miss me
and you can’t find
me nowhere
i done seen it all, oh my god
uh
i done seen it all, oh my god, i swear
uh, uh

[verse 1: j. cole]
nothing new under the sun, n0body f-cking with son
i got a couple of sons, a couple of guns
a couple of n-ggas that bust up the party and f-ck up the fun
she digging me and i’m cuffing her friend
she ig’-ing you while we f-cking 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
n-ggas 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, d-mn

[chorus: kendrick lamar]
i woke up for some money, ayy, lil’ b-tch
too many opps in here, tell me who you with, ayy

[verse 2: lute]
potato over my gun
i move in silence ’cause n-ggas be clocking my funds
when they should keep eye on they b-tch ’cause baby girl coming with son
n-ggas 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 n-gga would like liam neeson
i don’t even need a reason, loyalty over treason
b-tch n-gga, 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 caprice on them thangs
i’m beatties ford ’til the wheels fall
know some n-ggas probably p-ssed off
who would thought i made it this far?
gold mouf, b-tch, f-ck ’em all

[chorus: kendrick lamar]
i woke up for some money, ayy, lil’ b-tch
too many opps in here, tell me who you with

[verse 3: dababy]
i just put diamonds on all of my t–th, now they probably think i ain’t intelligent
in the homicide unit interrogation, asking questions, you know i ain’t tell ’em sh-t
b-tches call me a jock, all-american
i’m at the top of my cl-ss with my lettermen
i remember back in college, b-tches 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 f-ck while her boyfriend in cl-ss
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 -ss and i dip
they gon’ want me to snitch in my interviews
i’m on fire, b-tch, i’m lit, but i’m really cool
don’t acknowledge the shrimps when they ridicule
they don’t come out after dark, b-tch, 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’
reach under my shirt, grab a bigger tool
i got a glock with a d-ck, let’s get physical
they gon’ be hollerin’ out, “rip,” and they missin’ you
they got me started, i might as well finish it (talk your sh-t, n-gga)
i’m from charlotte, you know how these n-ggas do
baby

[chorus: kendrick lamar]
i woke up for some money, ayy, lil’ b-tch
too many opps in here, tell me who you with

- dreamville j cole lute lyrics

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