Chords for Under The Sun

[C] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ If _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
you [F] _ miss _ _ _ _ me, _ _ [C] _ _ _
[Dm] _ [C] and _ _ _ [G] _ _
_ _ _ you _ _ _
[Am] can't _ _ _ _ [F] find _ _ _ _ _ me [C]
nowhere
_ _ _ _ _ [F] _ _
[Am] _ _ [Dm] _ _ I just seen [F] it all, oh my god, [Dm] _ I _ [F] _ _
[Am] _ _ [Dm] _ _ _ _ [F] swear
[C] _ _ [B] _ _ _ _ [F] [C] Nothing [Fm] new under the sun, nobody fuckin' with sun
I got [F] a couple of sons, a couple of guns
A couple of niggas that bust up the party and fuck up the fun
She diggin' me and I'm cuffin' a friend
She giggin' you while we fuckin' for fun
[Ab] I got her suckin' her thumb, that my lil' baby
[F] She call me daddy like grandmama baby
[B] If this Sunday dinner, my hand on [G] the gravy
I [F] been on the craziest wave, if I'm on the stage
It is my minimum wage, this ain't no penalty
Hey, if niggas was without that bucket, we'd send them to space
So in a way, we the dog catchers
How many bullets do dog catchin'?
Saw dog, raw dog fashion
Hard dog, hope dog catchin', damn _
_ [Dm] _ _ I woke up for some [Em] _ [Dm] money _ _ _ _ _
[C] _ [Dm] Ay, lil' bitch
[F] _
[C] Too many opps in here, tell me who [F] you with
Ay, potato over my gun
I move in silence cause niggas be clockin' my funds
When they should keep an eye on they bitch, cause [C] baby girl comin' with son
Niggas be judging my move, but please tell me what have you done
My cousin that [Ab] A, I throw [F] punty for fun
Pistol grips get to [G] squeezin', wish a nigga would like Liam Neeson
I don't even need a reason, loyalty over treason
Bitch [F] nigga, come [C] and see me, put some respect on my name
What side of my city I claim, I try to stay out my lane
Cook my advance and put a croquette on them [F] fangs
I'm baited forward till the wheels fall
Know some [E] niggas probably pissed off, [F] who would've thought I made it this far
Gold mouth bitch, fuck em all _ _
_ _ I woke up for some _ _ money _ _ _ _ _
[Am] _ [Dm] Ay, lil' bitch
[F] _
[C] Too many opps in here, tell me who you with
[F] I just put diamonds on all of my teeth
Now they probably think I ain't intelligent
In the homicide unit interrogation, askin' questions, you know I ain't tellin' shit
Bitches call me a jog all American, I'm at the top of my class with my letterman
I remember back in college, bitches knockin' on my dorm door, I ain't never let them in
Now you know that there's [N] cap, no I hit a few
Ain't no job, I'm sellin' gas like them Jiffy Lube
I had a [Am] bitch, used to fuck while boyfriend in [F] class
I hit her from the back from like ten to two
No back and forth with these rappers, they mention me dissin' me
No talkin' back, I won't mention you
Ask when I come, put that iron on yo' ass and I did
They gon' want me to snitch in my interview
I'm on 5 and 30, but I'm [Cm] really cool
I don't acknowledge the swiss when they ridicule
Don't come [C] out at the dark, besides swimmin' with the sharks
You ain't got enough [E] heart, get a bigger pool
Wanna fight, but he bigger, I ain't really trippin'
Reach under my shirt, grab a bigger tool
[F] I got a Glock with a dick, let's get physical
They gon' be hollin' out, rippin', they missin' you
They got me started, I might as well finish you
I'm from Charlotte, you know how these niggas do, baby _
_ [Dm] _ I woke up [F] for some _ _ money _ _ _ _ _
[C] _ [Dm] Hey, little bitch
[F] _
[E] Too many hocks in here, tell me who you with _ _
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