- Votes:
- Composers:
- Milton Silva Campos Do Nascimento
- Jermaine Cole
 
- Genres:
- Hip-Hop
 
- Tags:
- rap
- soph love
 
- See also:
J. Cole - God's Gift lyrics
[Intro]
Up up and away, hey, do you trust me?
 Would you love me, then it must be
[Verse 1: J. Cole]
Worldwide stunner, oh man, I'mma
 Rain 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
[Hook]
Did you miss me? No, I don't know where I'm goin'
 But I'm goin', now is you comin' with me?
 Up, up and away
 Hey, do you trust me?
 If I was on my last dollar, dead broke, assed out, would you love me?
 Then it must be a match made in heaven
 God's Gift, God's Gift, God's Gift
 J. Cole - God's Gift - http://motolyrics.com/j-cole/gods-gift-lyrics.html
 Mothaf-cker this is God's gift
[Verse 2: J. Cole]
P-ssy 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-ck the bitches I missed out on
 Ex-cheerleader, hollerin' what's up
 Now her nigga beat her, now that's f-cked up
 What type of little f-ck 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 f-cked 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, f-cked the game up
 Show my momma I'll survive on my own
[Hook]
Did you miss me? No, I don't know where I'm goin'
 But I'm goin', now is you comin' with me?
 Up, up and away
 Hey, do you trust me?
 If I was on my last dollar, dead broke, assed out, would you love me?
 Then it must be a match made in heaven
 God's Gift, God's Gift, God's Gift
 Mothaf-cker this is God's gift












