I see what's under there, baby
Who's peekin' in my window? Uh, you should let some skin show And if one of websites get the info Wii can work it out, no I hit Alt, Tab Switchin' in two convos I should call cabs And bring 'em both to the condo Yeah, normally it ain't a We would cross like an intersection But she too far away for affection So I pray that we never a connection I remember Stacy, she prolly hate me She used to threaten she had a man to me She talk that shit, I just hit the key And then she get mad and go and erase me And I remember Amy, she to AIM me She up late, and used to blame me She I'm too wild, she wanna tame me I told her even couldn't change me But you-you-you, you got me girl, why lie? We ain't tryna settle, so why try? End the with a kiss and a bye bye No attached, your love is so Wi-Fi
I love it, The way you bring your light this room Uh, I it, girl The way your legs ?light up? when in them shoes, oh I love it, The way your lips looks after you apply the Ah, I love it, girl, You look right in the 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 never see you But I got you right here for me Tucked, in my computer bag Wherever you are, I be I type you a full of X's and O's You shoot me a and then 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) Without you on my (Shawty) Donna Karan underwear (Baby) (Babe, I you have nothing to worry about) I wanna see what's 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" I reach "3rd Base" And when I get I'ma hit home plate Wait, could this be considered our date? "'Ye, the picture just so trash" Your body make a baller cooked coke cash Plus every good girl go bad In mags 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 of the Christ, 33-Year Old Virgin That's disrespectful baby, encourage him I like 'em brown, yellow, Rican, or Persian Dashiki, kimono, or say I dress white, but my swag so urban Tryin' my luck, I hit her the text 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, girl (She's my girl) (She's my digital girl) Girl, girl, girl, girl, girl, girl, girl (She's my 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