I wanna see under there, baby
Who's peekin' in my window? Uh, you should let more skin show And if one of these get the info Wii can it out, no Nintendo I hit Alt, Tab in between two convos I should just call And bring 'em both to the condo Yeah, it ain't a question We would cross like an intersection But she just too far away for So I pray we never lose a connection 'Cause I 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 remember Amy, she to AIM me She stayed up late, and used to me She I'm too wild, she wanna tame me I told her Photoshop 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 strings attached, your love is so
I love it, The way you bring 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 lips looks after 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 got you right here for me Tucked, in my Louis bag you are, I could be I you a message full of X's and O's You shoot me a and then upload Even though I hate distance, it keeps me persistent One day I'll have your ass up in 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 swear you have nothing to about) I wanna see what's under there, baby (It's easy, look 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 I get home I'ma hit home plate Wait, could this be considered our first "'Ye, the picture looks so trash" Your body make a baller spend cooked cash every good girl wanna go bad In Playboy mags Stacy Dash Or Kim Kardashian, be a at, it You know a crazy thing? girls'll make you wait longer than A.C. Green Passion of the Christ, 33-Year Old That's disrespectful baby, don't 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 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 girl) 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