Ab-Soul - God’s a Girl? lyrics

G- “Hey Soul” Ab-Soul- “Wa**up G G” G- “I Finally Figured Out…” Ab-Soul- “Thank God for girls” Ab-Soul-“God’s a girl” (God’s a girl, God’s a girl, God’s) I ain’t gon’ lie, you got me cryin’ with a hard dick How I love you so much that I hate this sh**? I get it get it, I (don’t stop) You ain’t doin’ your job if you don’t say (oh, my god) Come have s** with Jesus Come have s** with Jesus (Soulo) Come have s** with Jesus You ain’t doin’ your job if you don’t say (oh, my god) Every single time, yeah And all I got is goddesses, I’m a h**ne addict- That’s it, that’s it Yeah cause I.. I really wanted to talk about like You know, it’s crazy how you know like you know, how Jesus is in the bible and he don’t get no p**y at all A 33 year old virgin Yeah it’s crazy Like all the d** are girls Mary, Molly Yeah for real, they’re all named after girls And they’re really like female plants and sh** Yes Lord (Black Lip Pastor) We in Frankies castle with the pack though Motherf**ing pack Top want me to go to rehab Told him I would go too Probably just relapse Cause that’s what ill n***as do Won’t even pop a bottle without poppin a pill Can’t have a meal without picking up the bill Should be more concerned with my health But I’m gonna die trying to get this wealth Pay attention n***a I’ve been going platinum, they just trying to take it f** boys acting up, like an adult film audition I’m just eating these rappers up Sending artists to the mortician I’m just with my n***as hanging, case of champagne Need some water but I’d rather me a martyr for the cause n***a y’all n***as still don’t get it Juvenile never went to juvenile hall It was 400 degrees on terminals The homies playing 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 sh** like that that’s why they say I’m crazy Maybe I’m with the sh**s, I’m off the sh**s (YMF) Rockstar lifestyle might not make it But I guarantee she make it to the penthouse naked You n***as been outdated Like the b**hes I dated way way way way back when Now I’m getting brain in the tenant’s Maybach Benz It’s rented but I’m in it n***a I didn’t pay back More insufficient funds in the last 5 months than you gonna make in this whole year On the mountain top about to cry cause it gets so lonely up here Is anybody out there? Can anybody hear me? In this jaded generation of complacency siri don’t even take us seriously But thats some other sh** just being honest with you Right hand on the bible with you My ancestors came on the mothership So I got to take it farther n***a that makes sense My head in the clouds Getting head in the clouds By an angel in disguise She an angel in disguise D’evils gonna be my demise I swear that God’s a girl, b**h