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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

Believe in yourself and the rest will fall in place,

have faith in your own abilities.

Work hard and it's nothing you can't accomplish

Tyga - God Talk (The Gold Album) – текст

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