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Yo-Cash Line — Und3r th3 Sun
Artist: → Yo-Cash Line
Yo-Cash Line — Und3r th3 Sun — lyrics
{intro: the argo singers & aw3som3 alv1n}
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: aw3som3 alv1n}
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 ******* you while we ******* for fun
I got her ******* *** *****, that’s my **** ****
She call me ***** like ********* ****
If this sunday dinner, my **** on her *****
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
{chorus: aw3som3 alv1n}
I woke up for some money, ayy, lil’ *****
Too many opps in here, tell me who you with, ayy
{verse 2: styl1sh s1m0n}
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 caprice on them thangs
I’m beatties ford ’til the wheels fall
Know some ****** probably ****** ***
Who would thought i made it this far?
Gold mouf, *****, **** ’em all
{chorus: aw3som3 alv1n}
I woke up for some money, ayy, lil’ *****
Too many opps in here, tell me who you with
{verse 3: tact1cal th3odor3}
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 ****
******* call me a jock, all-american
I’m at the top of my class with my lettermen
I remember back in college, ******* 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 *** 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, bitch, 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 ****, 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 ****)
I’m from charlotte, you know how these ****** do
Baby
{chorus: aw3som3 alv1n}
I woke up for some money, ayy, lil’ *****
Too many opps in here, tell me who you with
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