Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song God's Gift, artist - J. Cole. Date of issue: 26.09.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
God's Gift |
| Worldwide stunner, oh man, I’m a |
| Reign on the game, make it storm and thunder |
| Grab an umbrella bitch, and go stand under |
| And bundle up, it’s gonna be a cold ass summer |
| Uh, you niggas so last summer |
| On to the new, on-on to the new shit |
| Jigga wouldn’t even take my CD when he seen me |
| Two years later bitch we made it on, on to the Blueprint |
| Now how’s that for persistence? |
| Cole World comin', call back up assistance |
| Same broads used to hang up on my walls |
| Now they come up out their drawers, how’s that for a mistress |
| Hell bent, heaven sent, Lord I repent if I ever sinned |
| Now I know I ain’t the richest, but I still wanna ball |
| Put money over bitches, but we still underdogs |
| Did you miss me? |
| No I don’t know where I’m goin' |
| But I’m goin', now is you comin' with me (With me, with me)? |
| Up, up and away (And away, and away) |
| Hey, do you trust me (Trust me, trust me)? |
| If I was on my last dollar, dead broke, assed out, would you love me (Love me, |
| love me)? |
| Then it must be (Must be, must be) a match made in heaven (Heaven, heaven) |
| (Wake up, wake up, wake up) |
| God’s Gift, (Get up, get up, get up) |
| God’s Gift, (Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up) |
| God’s Gift, (Get up, get up, get up) |
| Mothafucker this is God’s gift |
| Pussy my passion |
| Man I just can’t help it I see a cookie, I grab one |
| Lookin' for some nookie, I’m tryna scoop me a bad one |
| Every verse I spit it just like it could be my last one |
| Ever since I got on |
| I’ve been on a mission to fuck the bitches I missed out on |
| Ex-cheerleader, hollerin' what’s up |
| Now her nigga beat her, now that’s fucked up |
| What type of little fuck boy hit a |
| Woman, bet he wouldn’t put his hands on a nigga |
| Ha, I ain’t bitter boy that’s all you |
| Ha, plus I just fucked her fore she called you |
| Ha, dry your eyes baby, I’ll drive you home |
| Older hoes sayin' «My how you’ve grown» |
| I came up, fucked the game up |
| Show my momma I’ll survive on my own |
| Did you miss me? |
| I don’t know where I’m goin' |
| But I’m goin', now is you comin' with me (With me, with me)? |
| Up, up and away (And away, and away) |
| Hey, do you trust me (Trust me, trust me)? |
| If I was on my last dollar, dead broke, assed out, would you love me (Love me, |
| love me)? |
| Then it must be (Must be, must be) a match made in heaven (Heaven, heaven) |
| (Wake up, wake up, wake up) |
| God’s Gift, (Get up, get up, get up) |
| God’s Gift, (Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up) |
| God’s Gift, (Get up, get up, get up) |
| Mothafucker this is God’s gift |