I wanna see what's under there,
that 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 call cabs And bring 'em both here to the Yeah, it ain't a question We cross paths like an intersection But she too far away for affection So I pray that we lose a connection I remember Stacy, she prolly hate me She used to threaten she had a man to me She that shit, I just hit the escape key And then she get mad and go and erase me And I Amy, she used to AIM me She stayed up late, and used to me She said I'm too wild, she tame me I told her even couldn't change me But you-you-you, you got me girl, why lie? We even tryna settle, so why try? End the with a kiss and a bye bye No strings attached, love is so Wi-Fi
I it, girl The way you your light into this room Uh, I it, girl The way your ?light up? when they're in them shoes, oh I love it, The way your lips after you apply the gloss Ah, I love it, girl, You look in the screen then take it o-off, off
My digital 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 full of X's and O's You shoot me a video and upload Even though I hate this distance, it keeps me One day have 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) you on my mind (Shawty) Donna Karan underwear (Baby) (Babe, I you have nothing to worry about) I wanna see under there, baby (It's easy, look lemme explain)
When you take the picture, cut off face And cover up the by the waist Let the "MC Serch" 'til I "3rd Base" And I get home I'ma hit home plate Wait, could this be our first date? "'Ye, the just looks so trash" Your make a baller spend cooked coke cash Plus good girl wanna go bad In Playboy like Stacy Dash Or Kim Kardashian, be a at, it You what's a crazy thing? Some make you wait longer than A.C. Green Passion of the Christ, Old Virgin That's baby, don't encourage him I like 'em brown, yellow, Puerto Rican, or 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 girl) Girl, girl, girl, girl, girl, girl, girl (She's my digital girl)
Oh I ain't cheatin', no no I lyin', no no Why you on me I cheatin', no no I lyin', no no Why you on me