Dreamville - Under The Sun ft. J. Cole, Lute & DaBaby (Official Audio) (2019)

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Dreamville - Under The Sun ft. J. Cole, Lute & DaBaby (Official Audio) Listen - https://smarturl.it/ROTD3 Revenge Documentary - https://dreamville.lnk.to/REVENGEdoc Lyrics: (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 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 (Kendrick) I woke up for some money, Aye, lil' bitch Too many opps in here, tell me who you wit (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 will 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 Caprice 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 (DaBaby) 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 shit Bitches call me a jock All-American I'm at the top of my class with my lettermen I remember back in college, bitches 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