Cole:] If you miss me And you can't find I done seen it all, my God Yeah I done seen it all, my God, I swear Uh, uh Nothing new under the sun, nobody fucking with son I got a couple of sons, a couple of guns A couple of niggas that bust up the party and fuck up the fun She digging me and I'm cuffing her friend She ig'-ing you while we fucking 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 Niggas 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' bitch Too many opps in here, tell me who you with, ayy [Lute:] Potato over my gun I move in silence 'cause niggas be clocking my funds When they should keep eye on they bitch 'cause baby girl coming with son Niggas 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 nigga would like Liam Neeson I don't even need a reason, loyalty over treason Bitch nigga, 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 Beatties Ford 'til the wheels fall Know some niggas probably pissed off Who would thought I made it this far? Submit Corrections. Under The Sun is the first collaboration between J. Cole, Lute, and DaBaby. He said in particular "We've got a song and everything. I just pulled up on him. Kendrick Lamar sings the chorus, but he's not credited.
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Under The Sun - Dreamville & J. Cole feat Lute & DaBaby
Cole] Nothing new under the sun, nobody fucking with son I got a couple of sons, a couple of guns A couple of niggas that bust up the party and fuck up the fun She digging me and I'm cuffing her friend She ig'-ing you while we fucking 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 Niggas 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' bitch Too many opps in here, tell me who you with, ayy [Lute] Potato over my gun I move in silence 'cause niggas be clocking my funds When they should keep eye on they bitch 'cause baby girl coming with son Niggas 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 nigga would like Liam Neeson I don't even need a reason, loyalty over treason Bitch nigga, 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 Beatties Ford 'til the wheels fall Know some niggas probably pissed off Who would thought I made it this far? Sur Frap. Feelgood Music. Coup de coeur.
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Sign In Register. Artist: Anti Cimex. Album: Fucked in Finland. Under your hands we are your slaves The weaker ones will always pay You know that, you fucker But I ain't that kind of sucker I'm on my run Under the hot sun Yeah thats how it goes when you play with lives Come on bitch taste the knife Because some can take your unfair rules But I'm a loony and they are fools I'm on my run Under the hot sun Under your hands we are your slaves The weaker ones will always pay You know that, you fucker But I ain't that kind of sucker I'm on my run Could kill you just for fun. Anti Cimex Lyrics provided by SongLyrics. Note: When you embed the widget in your site, it will match your site's styles CSS.
Nothing new under the sun, nobody fucking with son I got a couple of sons, a couple of guns A couple of niggas that bust up the party and fuck up the fun She digging me and I'm cuffing her friend She ig'-ing you while we fucking 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 Niggas 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' bitch Too many opps in here, tell me who you with, ayy. Potato over my gun I move in silence 'cause niggas be clocking my funds When they should keep eye on they bitch 'cause baby girl coming with son Niggas 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 nigga would like Liam Neeson I don't even need a reason, loyalty over treason Bitch nigga, 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 Beatties Ford 'til the wheels fall Know some niggas probably pissed off Who would thought I made it this far? Gold Mouf, bitch, fuck 'em all. I woke up for some money, ayy, lil' bitch Too many opps in here, tell me who you with. Advisory - the following lyrics contain explicit language: If you miss me And you can't find I done seen it all, my God Yeah I done seen it all, my God, I swear Uh, uh Nothing new under the sun, nobody fucking with son I got a couple of sons, a couple of guns A couple of niggas that bust up the party and fuck up the fun She digging me and I'm cuffing her friend She ig'-ing you while we fucking 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 Niggas is with all that barking, we send 'em a stray So in a way we the dogcatchers How many bullets your dawg catchin'?
