God's gift: accordi di
J. Cole
J. Cole

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Tonalità: C# minor
Verse 1
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Up upan
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d away,
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hey, do you trust me?
Would you love me? Then
it must be
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Verse 2
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Worldwide stunner, oh man, I'mma
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
You niggas so last summer
Onto the new, on onto the new shit
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Jigga wouldn't even take my
CD when he seen me
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Two years later bitch we made it on,
onto the Blueprint
Now how's that for persistence
Cole World comin',
call back up assistance
Same broads,
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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
Verse 3
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Did you miss me? No,
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I don't know where I'm goin'
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But I'm goin', now is you comin' with me? Up,
up and away
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Hey, do you trust me?
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If I was on my last dollar, dead broke,
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assed out, would you love me?
Then it must be a match made
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in heaven
God's Gift, God's Gift,
God's Gift
Mothafucker this is God's gift
Verse 4
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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
I ain't bitter boy that's all you
Plus I just fucked her 'fore she called you
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
Verse 5
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Did you miss me? No,
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I don't know where I'm goin'
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But I'm goin', now is you comin' with me? Up,
up and away
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Hey, do you trust me?
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If I was on my last dollar, dead broke,
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assed out, would you love me?
Then it must be a match made
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in heaven
God's Gift, God's Gift,
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God's Gift
Mothafucker this is God's gift

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