Who's that peekin' in my window? Uh, you should let some more skin show And if one of these websites get the info Wii can work it out, no Nintendo I just hit Alt, Tab Switchin' in between two convos I should just call cabs And bring 'em both here to the condo Yeah, normally it ain't a question We would cross paths like an intersection But she just too far away for affection So I pray that we never lose a connection 'Cause I remember Stacy, she prolly hate me She used to threaten she had a man to replace me She talk that shit, I just hit the escape key And then she get mad and wanna go and erase me And I remember Amy, she used to AIM me She stayed up late, and used to blame me She said I'm too wild, she wanna tame me I told her even Photoshop couldn't change me But you-you-you, you got me open girl, why lie? We ain't even tryna settle, so why try? End the night with a kiss and a bye bye No strings attached, your love is so Wi-Fi
I love it, girl The way you bring your light into this room Uh, I love it, girl The way your legs ?light up? when they're in them shoes, oh I love it, girl The way your lips looks after you apply the gloss Ah, I love it, girl, girl You look right in the screen then take it o-off, off
My digital girl, girl, girl, girl, girl, girl (She's my digital) Girl, girl, girl, girl, girl, girl, girl (She's my digital girl)
My homies never see you But I always got you right here for me Tucked, in my Louis computer bag Wherever you are, I could be I type you a message full of X's and O's You shoot me a video and then upload Even though I hate this distance, it keeps me persistent One day I'll have your ass up in this kitchen
My digital girl, girl, girl, girl, girl, girl, girl (She's my digital) Girl, girl, girl, girl, girl, girl, girl (My digital girl)
Not a day goes by (Shawty) Without you on my mind (Shawty) Donna Karan underwear (Baby) (Babe, I swear you have nothing to worry about) I wanna see what's under there, baby (It's easy, look lemme explain)
When you take the picture, cut off your face And cover up the tattoo by the waist Let the "MC Serch" 'til I reach "3rd Base" And when I get home I'ma hit home plate Wait, could this be considered our first date? "'Ye, the picture just looks so trash" Your body make a baller spend cooked coke cash Plus every good girl wanna go bad In Playboy mags like Stacy Dash Or Kim Kardashian, be a lady at, it You know what's a crazy thing? Some girls'll make you wait longer than A.C. Green Passion of the Christ, 33-Year Old Virgin That's disrespectful baby, don't encourage him I like 'em brown, yellow, Puerto Rican, or Persian Dashiki, kimono, or turban They say I dress white, but my swag so urban Tryin' my luck, I hit her with the text say "Baby you up," Question mark And she respond, "Yes-S-S-I-R"
Girl, 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 girl (She's my digital girl) Girl, girl, girl, girl, girl, girl, girl (She's my digital girl) (She's my digital girl) Girl, girl, girl, girl, girl, girl, girl (She's my digital girl)
Oh baby I ain't cheatin', no no I ain't lyin', no no Why you spyin' on me I ain't cheatin', no no I ain't lyin', no no Why you spyin' on me
Writer/s: CHRISTOPHER STEWART, KANYE WEST, TERIUS NASH
Publisher: Peermusic Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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The lyrics for Lesley Gore's "It's My Party" were based on actual events relating to his daughter Judy's sweet 16 party. The teenager threw a tantrum and burst into tears when her mum and dad insisted that her grandparents had to be invited.