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girl, girl, girl, girl
She's my digital girl, girl, girl, girl, girl, girl, girl
She's my digital girl

My homies never seen
But I always got you right
digital girl

My homies never seen
But I always got you right here for me
Tucked in my Louis computer bag
Wherever you are I could be
I type you
beat slow or I can hit it fast I do it how she ask and I come last
I bust her a**
We torn it down

Then I got to split like James Brown it all love
I
Brown sample and thought he was there
She got home, shook her head and said
"Kids these years"
But then again, we think the Beatles were weird

I luv rap
Then I got to split like James Brown
Its all love
I come back around
And if she back it up then I back it down
Tell me something is you ready for me babe
type of way
I get all choked up when I see how much I made
And I feel so good like James Brown in his day
Singing hey, hey, hey

Watch me do, watch
let off caps
Ha, Hitchcock couldn't write more wicked raps
Rip the Godfather, then you start that braggin
I never jumped on a James Brown bandwagon
my black tooth
I got my dark sunglasses,
I'm carryin' for good luck my black tooth
Don't ask me nothin' about nothin'
I just might tell you the truth
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
uncles blowin bundles, mine do numbers while I drive lambo
Off white yayo digital scale, fish scale sending my pigeons by mail
Bring in my drain folk,
Brown eyes, let my
Guitar gently groove you
Like rain, falls down
Surrender to the sound

Feel my six play
Caress you in today
Strum you like you
Robert Johnson, that Muddy Waters, that James Brown, Augusta, GA
That Ray Charles, that Stevie Wonder, that Mayfield, that Superfly
That Willie Hutch
Jeezy]
Just got a hundred of that brown paper bag money
You niggas really wanna talk money?
Shit real that's all I could tell 'em
Just rap 'em up good
raid, Bone, we got roaches
And Fonzie can't rumble, yeah
And by the way you can have Bryant Gumble

Babe Ruth was good against the white boys
But he
I drive Lambo

Off white yayo, digital scale yo
Fish scale sendin' my pigeons by mail
Bring in my drain folk, [Incomprehensible] folk
get redundant
Refuse to stoop to stupid
Cause they dumbed it
Down
Like motown
Say it loud
Damn
Like I'm the new James Brown uh

Put it up
Put
in the funk
You better act like you know

We don't care what Albert Einstein did
I'd rather know, rather know
How they built the pyramid, hey

James
you know that you can't pay
Then you try to leave for work and your cars been towed away?
What you needed was a

'Real Good Feel Good Song'
One that
All you brand new rappers got a new flow
You ain't samplin James Brown no mo'
Probably try to sample cameo
Parliament Funkadelic, you scandalous ho
good dreams
Carry on tides
'Cause you know no extremes
Hold me all night
Give me good dreams

By the green light of the digital clock
Sound
nobody bring me down

Down I feel good, James Brown
Turn the lights low turn the music up loud
Got a good party goin' on back at the house
Bunch
you catch the Magic in your Johnson
Honeydips, money grips
I know the difference cause I learned tricks in the ghetto mix
(Here is something you
I mean even James Dean couldn't escape the allure
Dying young, leaving a good-lookin corpse, of course

I solemnly swear
To change my approach,
I mean even James Dean couldn't escape the allure
Dying young, leaving a good-lookin corpse, of course

I solemnly swear
To change my approach,
know 
A nigga tried to shoot me down and shit 
You know and, I don't know man it just feel good to be here man 
YouknowhatI'msayin? 
And I want