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      God Talk

      God Talk

      Tyga

      Album: The Gold Album 18th Dynasty

      Tyga - God Talk Música y Letra, MP3 GRATIS

      Stand back, god talk
      The watch cost
      
      First things first I pop, sling all the honeys
      Ain't it funny? Angel, I got devils wanting money
      Seems sacred but get nathin'
      My penetration is all revelations
      And my eyes only seeing basic, they foul flagrant
      Infatuated with the bracelets, diamond-cut player
      You fallacious, not complacent
      Competition, I'm your favourite, knock knock
      It's me, motherfucker, you're dead wrong
      Turning your doorknob, a heartthrob
      Never my title but you bitches getting robbed
      I rhyme and flip lines so far ahead of my time
      My punchlines is lemon lime
      I'm sour, nigga, sweeter than pine
      I'm God's gift like Christmas time
      The money Jewish but it's black on black crimes
      They box me in from time to time
      For a Rolex, is you willing to die? You willing to die, nigga?
      Oh shit, nigga, you a rich nigga?
      Does your wrist glitter? How much your car engine?
      I can tell you got six figures
      Figure you ain't no real nigga
      You don't struggle like real niggas
      Probably snitch on a real nigga
      Just to get you out of bed, nigga
      Well let's see, my god is your god
      If he got faith in me, go and pull the trigger
      And leave it be, nigga
      Russian roulette, let's make a bet
      100 on black, I'm back with a vengeance, the villain is vicious
      Heart of gold is relentless, book of Genesis
      Don't eat the apple, but you'd rather live ravish
      Street savvy, but not wealthy
      Good health, be blessed, tryna reach the heavens
      One day as I pray, halo over me
      As I lay back, chick on my lap everyday, this god talk
      
      This god talk
      This god talk
      Let god talk
      Stand back lil nigga, let God talk
      
      Tryna follow Christ, but this club light super bright
      And they pay me cash every single night
      Taking models back to the crib
      I know you want my life, you don't want my life
      Couldn't handle what they write about you
      The Superman of height, you can get 'em high
      But how far is you willing to climb for your own shine?
      Blowing shine, papers let a nigga vibe, letting God talk
      I'm like when summer approach
      Niggas thinking they're good, but they're more TO
      I'm known coast to coast, you tryna play god
      With the devil's robes
      It's only one god, boy, you far from close
      Been ready, change cars like winter coats
      Niggas bubblegum, Winterfresh, in they Easter clothes
      No lint on my Easter clothes
      Resurrect, the prophet spoke
      
      This god talk
      This god talk
      Let god talk
      God talk
      
      And the Lord he told me find my way home
      And the Lord he told me find my way home
      And the Lord he told me make me home
      And the Lord he told me find my way home

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