I wanna see under there, baby
Who's peekin' in my window? Uh, you let some more skin show And if one of websites get the info Wii can work it out, no I hit Alt, Tab Switchin' in between two I should just call And 'em both here to the condo Yeah, normally it a question We would cross paths an intersection But she just too far away for So I pray that we never a connection 'Cause I remember Stacy, she hate me She to threaten she had a man to replace me She talk that shit, I hit the escape key And then she get mad and go and erase me And I remember Amy, she to AIM me She stayed up late, and to blame me She I'm too wild, she wanna tame me I told her even Photoshop change me But you-you-you, you got me girl, why lie? We even tryna settle, so why try? End the night a kiss and a bye bye No strings attached, your love is so
I it, girl The way you bring your light into room Uh, I it, girl The way your legs ?light up? they're in them shoes, oh I love it, The way your lips looks you apply the gloss Ah, I love it, girl, You look right in the screen take it o-off, off
My girl, girl, girl, girl, girl, girl (She's my digital) Girl, girl, girl, girl, girl, girl, (She's my girl)
My homies see you But I always got you here for me Tucked, in my computer bag you are, I could be I type you a message of X's and O's You shoot me a video and then though I hate this distance, it keeps me persistent One day I'll your ass up in this kitchen
My digital girl, girl, girl, girl, girl, girl, (She's my digital) Girl, girl, girl, girl, girl, girl, (My girl)
Not a day by (Shawty) Without you on my (Shawty) Donna underwear (Baby) (Babe, I swear you have nothing to worry about) I wanna see what's under there, baby (It's easy, lemme explain)
When you take the picture, cut off face And cover up the tattoo by the Let the "MC Serch" 'til I "3rd Base" And when I get home I'ma hit plate Wait, could this be our first date? "'Ye, the picture looks so trash" Your make a baller spend cooked coke cash Plus good girl wanna go bad In Playboy mags Stacy Dash Or Kim Kardashian, be a at, it You know what's a crazy Some girls'll make you wait longer than A.C. of the Christ, 33-Year Old Virgin That's disrespectful baby, don't him I like 'em brown, yellow, Rican, or Persian Dashiki, kimono, or They say I dress white, but my swag so Tryin' my luck, I hit her with the say "Baby you up," mark And she respond, "Yes-S-S-I-R"
Girl, girl, girl, girl, girl, girl, girl, girl, girl, (She's my digital) Girl, girl, girl, girl, girl, girl, girl, my girl, my girl, my (She's my digital girl) Girl, girl, girl, girl, girl, girl, (She's my digital girl) (She's my digital girl) Girl, girl, girl, girl, girl, girl, girl (She's my girl)
Oh baby I cheatin', no no I lyin', no no Why you on me I cheatin', no no I lyin', no no Why you on me