God'sGift

God's Gift (神的赠礼) (Explicit) - J. Cole

Composed by：Milton Nascimento/Jermaine Coleman

Aheee ahee-iya-iya-iya-eee-e

Aheee-e

Aheee-e-e

Yeee-hee ahee-e-e

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

Aheee-ahe-e

Aheee-e-e

Up up and away hey do you trust me

Would you love me then it must be

Worldwide stunner oh man I'm a

Reign on the game make it storm and thunder

Grab an umbrella b***h and go stand under

And bundle up it's gonna be a cold a*s summer

Uh you n***as so last summer

On to the new on-on to the new s**t

Jigga wouldn't even take my CD when he seen me

Two years later b***h 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 b***hes 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 a*sed 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

Mothaf**ker this is God's gift

P***y 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 f**k the b***hes I missed out on

Ex-cheerleader hollerin' what's up

Now her n***a beat her d**n that's f**ked up

What type of little f**k boy hit a

Woman bet he wouldn't put his hands on a n***a

Ha I ain't bitter boy that's all you