| She said «this food is great»
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| Since she became a pescatarian she been losing weight
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| Fish scale, tuna flake
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| Street league, we got moves to make
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| I held the pen and it knew the page
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| I do the maze and got out cause I knew their ways
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| Hot boy, yeah, it’s blue the flame
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| Hot boy, yeah, it’s blue the —
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| I don’t sleep much
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| And when I do I don’t dream
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| My life’s like a scene out of Taxi Driver
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| The traffic lights, I cruise under the beams
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| In a Beamer, behind the tints I’m a schemer
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| I poured liquor for Mo, he was a dreamer
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| But I know the grass greener
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| Rollin' with Simone, I make her hold the nina
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| Young boy, serve it like Serena
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| Yeah, I had fam like fiends
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| What do you want, a 9 bar or a 16?
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| I was 16 gettin' cake, whip cream
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| You was in the crib playing COD split screen
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| Turn it into P I flip B
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| Uniqlo fleece when I cut through the breeze
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| I was busting quarters, came to make P’s and Q’s
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| Before I was ever on P’s
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| I do it for my niggas that can never believe
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| Performin' here and there
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| And it’s Jesse, it’s me and it’s *Yeah, yeah, it’s Jesse, it’s me!*
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| I’m like the hottest under the sun
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| Boy, you can believe in whatever you want
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| Son of a gun
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| Came a long way, look at what I become
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| Stepped out on sauce
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| Boss man, you got AUX?
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| If not then I’ll walk the walk
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| I spit this shit like I talk
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| G.O.A.T. |
| walk on the stage
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| Spilt champagne on the floor
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| I spat C4, before the fans were asking for more
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| Less is more, tell me more
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| I mean say less more or less
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| My ting give me head, she’s ahead of the rest
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| I cut through the city with S
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| I’m in Paris, wine and some bread
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| That’s body and flesh
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| Holler at Johnny, axe on my neck
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| I put the chatter to bed
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| Real niggas back in effect
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| Lionel Jesse, he shoots
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| He hits the back of the net
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| I do not lack when I step
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| Son of the ends
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| I used to blam on the ped
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| I used to *Uh!*
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| She give me hat in the shed
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| I put the pack in the zeg
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| She wanna link, but she won’t come south of the Thames
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| I’m like the hottest under the sun
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| Boy, you can believe in whatever you want
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| Son of a gun
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| Came a long way, look at what I become
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| I’m like the hottest under the sun
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| Boy, you can believe in whatever you want
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| Son of a gun
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| Came a long way, look at what I become |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Under the Sun, artist - Jesse James Solomon. Album song Strata, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп