Hardy Caprio - Under The Sun (feat. T Mulla)
You know the vibes I likeI just need good energy
When the boys come out to play
And the girls come out to say hey darling
Bless me don't stress me
The way the sun shine on you look sexy
Im in a new droptop come test this
The gang gang gone show you how we flexing
The stereo's pumping, make gally go dumb dumb
Where should we go jumping
Whine that big old bum bum
Glide through the city with someones daughter
Bring me cocktail not water
Under the sun, I need to be in peace with you baby
Everyday's a Saturday
I learnt that in the maddest way
Baby let me tell you what I'm like
Women in my resume
Nigga's always speculate
It's crazy they can't tell you what I'm like
Pretty girls on our case guess why
Cah we're never on their case guess why
There's new money and new villas
I'd be lying if I told you that I care but lets lie
We got Remy for Ma
And I'm spending it large
On some Fenty and Nars
But especially cars
First dates bring the Lambo I'm setting the bar
People say they ain't watching, they definitely are
Merc Benz, Porsche, Rolls Royce, Range Rover
She's gonna think about me when the dates over
There's women that we never gave closure
Just incase I wanna come around, game over
The stereo's pumping, make gally go dumb dumb
Where should we go jumping
Whine that big old bum bum
Glide through the city with someones daughter
Bring me cocktail not water
Under the sun, I need to be in peace with you baby
Yellow bag shopping, five star hopping
We already know the whips mad b, hop in
Ask Mo how we done it in Dubai
It was Bentley, Rari, Lamborghini swapping
IG saying be back soon
They done Dubai now they're doing Cancun
Six figures ran through that in May
Mulla, It's bout to be a very mad June
I'm bout to treat this passport like a travel card
Treat this brand new whip like it's my baby
Last year, I was working on my character
But now the lockdown's done I'm going brazy
Miss me? I should hope so
Postcode to airport, airport to postcode
Money can't win a girls heart
I still spend it anyway
Tell me something that I don't know
Hollywood
The stereo's pumping make, gally go dumb dumb
Where should we go jumping
Whine that big old bum bum
Glide through the city with someones daughter
Bring me cocktail not water
Under the sun, I need to be in peace with you baby
Baby, Baby
I need to be in peace with you baby
With you baby
I need to be, I need to be
Under the sun
Under the sun
Written by:
Hardy Tayyib-Bah, T Mulla
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