| She found me online. |
| I think it was twitter.
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| Or maybe Facebook. |
| Her avatar made me look.
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| At first, I was like Whatever, just another broad.
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| But all them PM’s lead to private phone calls.
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| Sending pics of ha ass and ha tits
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| and I’m thinking to myself, Shawty is a flip.
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| But she too fine. |
| She don’t get the deuce sign.
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| «Can I hit it in the morning,» that’s what’s on my mind.
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| Sayin how I feel, time on waste.
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| So I ask her one question; |
| How it taste?
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| Ha! |
| Don’t be shy, dime la virda.
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| A closed mouth don’t get fed, mamii, ben ba ca.
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| I’m on my freak shit, let’s start our our freaknick.
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| Fuck them otha lanes, I’m the one you need to creep wit.
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| & I’m a real dude, always on some G shit.
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| Word around, I put it down, no secret.
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| Digital baby, I met her on the internet.
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| She got my attention from all them sexy twitter fans.
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| Her biography works to drive me harder.
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| She’s my digital, my digital connection.
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| She got that attitude… that put me in the mood.
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| That «I don’t give a fuck» shit, acting like she rude.
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| Real diva, wine wit some reefer.
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| Her lingerie fit, got ma mind thinkin deepa.
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| & I’m a Capricorn, mami, tell me whatcho sign?
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| Are we compatible, can we walk the same line?
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| Are you a thorough bred, real ride or die bitch?
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| Don’t be offended by that word, I’m speakin real shit.
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| These otha bitches just be actin. |
| too fake,
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| All they do is bring pain. |
| toothache!
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| & I aint feelin’em, nor do I deal widd’em.
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| All they tryna do is catch me up like helium.
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| Butchu and I are something different, too unique.
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| All you otha lil chicks gimme two feet.
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| You know what it is, you got my attention.
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| Now all I want is my digital connection.
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| Digital baby, I met her on the internet.
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| She got my attention from all them sexy twitter fans.
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| Her biography works to drive me harder.
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| She’s my digital, my digital connection.
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| Ooh girl, she’s my digital connection. |
| (x4) |