Artist: Ab-Soul
Album:  Do What Thou Wilt.
Song:   God's a Girl?
Typed by: Cedmaster3K

[Intro: Ju Ju] + (Ab-Soul)
Hey Soul (wassup Ju Ju?)
I finally figured out why the chicken crossed the road (how's that?)
The sun rose, so she sucked the cock's cock to keep his beak closed
Hehehehe (hehehe, amen)

[Ab-Soul - over Intro]
Thank God for girls
God's a girl, gorgeous girls
God's a girl, too good to me
A bunch of girls, thank God for girls 

[Chorus: Ab-Soul]
I ain't gon' lie, you got me cryin' with a hard dick (amen)
How I love you so much that I hate this shit?
I (get it, get it) I (don't stop!)
Ay, you ain't doin' your job if she don't say {ohh my god!}
Ayy, uh, yeah, come have sex with Jesus (yeah)
Come have sex with Jesus (Soulo) come have sex with Jesus
I (get it, get it) I (don't stop!)
Ay, you ain't doin' your job if she don't say {ohh my god!}

[Ab-Soul]
Every single time, yeah
And all I got is goddesses, I'm a heroine addict

{*beat abruptly stops*}

[Interlude: Ab-Soul]
That's it, that's it
Yeah cause like, I, I really wanted to talk about like
You know, it's crazy how Je-, you know
How Jesus, in the Bible, he don't get no pussy at all (right)
At 33, a 33 year old virgin
Craftwork, that's crazy (yeah)
Yeah it's crazy like, all the drugs are girls 
(Ahh, white girl) Mary, Mol', like for real, they're all named after girls
And they're really like female plants and shit (ha ha)
Bet you they gon' shake they ass to that though-though
For real, on God

{*new beat fades in*}

[Ab-Soul]
Yes Lord (Black Lip Pastor!)
We in Frankie's castle with the pack though (Soulo)
{"Muh'fuckin' PaKKMusic"}

Top want me to go to rehab
Mm, told him I would go too
Probably just relapse
Mm, cause that's what ill niggas do
Real-real ill, won't even pop a bottle without poppin' a pill
Can't have a meal without pickin' up the bill
Should be more concerned with my health
but I'ma die tryin' to get this wealth
Pay attention nigga, I've been goin' platinum
Yeah, they just politickin'
Fuck boys actin' up
like an adult film audition, uhh
I'm just eatin' these rappers up (yeah)
Sendin' artists to the mortician
I'm just with my niggas hangin', case of champagne
Need some water but I'd rather be a martyr for the cause nigga
Y'all niggas still don't get it (ya understand?)
The juvenile that never went to juvenile hall
It was, 400 degrees on Turmont
The homies playin' with the strap off safety
And my lady at the time, she stayed on gun lock
The irony in that alone is crazy
I come up with shit like that, that's why they say I'm crazy
Maybe, I'm with the shits, I'm off the shits
The - Y-M- (woo!)
-F (Soul!)
Yeah, rockstar lifestyle, might not make it
but I guarantee she make it to the penthouse naked (yeah)
You niggas been outdated
like the bitches I dated way way way way back when (way way)
Now I'm gettin' brain 
in the tinted Maybach Benz, it's rented but I'm in it nigga
I done paid back more insufficient funds 
in the last five months than you gonna make in this whole year (goddamn!)
On the mountain top, about to cry
cause it gets so lonely up here
Shit, is anybody out there?
Can anybody hear me? (can anybody hear me?)
In this jaded generation of complacency
Siri don't even take us seriously
But that's some other shit, just bein' honest with you
Right hand on the Bible with you (amen)
My ancestors came on the mothership
so I got to take it farther nigga, that makes sense
My head in the clouds
Gettin' head in the clouds by an angel in disguise
But she an angel in disguise
And "the evils"/D'evils gonna be my demise
I swear that God's a (girl, bitch, ha ha)

Yeah you got it there man, ay