I wanna see what's under there,
that peekin' in my window? Uh, you should let 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 bring 'em both here to the Yeah, normally it ain't a We would cross like an intersection But she too far away for affection So I pray we never lose a connection 'Cause I remember Stacy, she prolly 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 Amy, she used to AIM me She stayed up late, and used to me She said I'm too wild, she wanna 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 night with a and a bye bye No strings attached, love is so Wi-Fi
I it, girl The way you bring your light this room Uh, I it, girl The way legs ?light up? when they're in them shoes, oh I it, girl The way your lips looks after you apply the Ah, I it, girl, girl You look in the screen then 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 never see you But I always got you right for me Tucked, in my computer bag Wherever you are, I be I you a message full of X's and O's You shoot me a video and then 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 what's under there, (It's easy, look lemme explain)
When you take the picture, cut off your And cover up the by the waist Let the "MC Serch" 'til I "3rd Base" And when I get I'ma hit home plate Wait, could be considered our first date? "'Ye, the just looks so trash" Your body make a baller spend cooked coke 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 girls'll 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 They say I white, but my swag so urban 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, 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