Lyrics:
Digital Girl
Girl [X6]
My Digital Girl
The Dream:
Not a day goes by
Shawty, with out you in my mind, shawty
Donna Karen underwear, baby
I wanna see what's
to South
(North to South)..
North to South
Can you really hold me down
Take me from North to South
Shey you wanna clear my doubt
Shey you wanna turn me out
You know how the story goes
Pull up, range rove, yo chick, wanna roll
And I play myself in the stereo
And I make 'em wanna
Shake shake it, drop it
the angle, now who wanna tango?
Click-clack, get back, Dunn, let me rip that
Spit that, flip that, shit to push your wig back
You showboatin', get your
just make me wanna pour up
And is it just me or this makes you wanna roll up
A big fat one, then unpack one
Then unwrap one, peel back one
They use
You know how the story goes
Pull up, range rove, yo chick, wanna roll
And I play myself in the stereo
And I make 'em wanna
Shake shake it, drop it
bring myself to say I'm over you
When I gave you time to make up your mind
You turned you back on me
And now I turn my back on you
But somewhere down
there, are we on our own
And up there, you can't hide on me
You can't hide on me
There's a North Pole
(and I didn't wanna make a fuss)
There's
marrow
Make a knife handle, skin you like tatanka
Then run you down like my
Name was Larry Csonka
Who used to be a Dolphin down in Miami
Play me too close
And the southern stars are dancin' 'round the North Carolina moon
Now when I die boys, make me this promise
You'll send my body back up North Carolina way
I
I wanna be free,
Like the bluebirds flying by me,
Like the waves out on the blue sea,
If your love has to tie me,
Don't try me, say good-bye.
I
me show you what the MAC do (come on)
If you don't know by now, then you slippin'
I'm on some bullshit that's got me jackin', niggas flippin'
Let my
And we're introducing the starting lineup
We're gonna introduce now the North Clayton Eagles
Coached by James Gwynn
His starters, number 21,
a knife
You don't wanna be my enemy, I promise you
If you do, motherfucker, bring it on!
Ah, hell, let me tone it down
Pour me up another double shot
on the floor
Get it, get it on the floor (what)
You don't wanna party then your ass gotta go (what)
You don't wanna party then your ass gotta go (what)
Now
Look in the mirror
Who do I see?
Who do I wanna be today?
If you came for a show
Which role should I take?
Fading to grey
So did we make a big
There's only one bitch
The real one
Britney
(Mustard on that beat)
Look in the mirror
Who do I see?
Who do I wanna be today?
If you came for
so hard don't make me hurt that grill
Apologize nigga dog you ain't that real
Your man got bagged did time you squeeled
Glass slipper wearin' ass
Hey, you know, everybody's talkin' about the "good old days," right? (Yeah)
Everybody, the good old days, the good all days (yeah, the good ol'
a day goes by shawty
Without you on my mind shawty
But I'm not carrying underwear
I wanna see whats under there
When you see the picture cut off
And we're introducing the starting lineup
We're gonna introduce now the North Clayton Eagles
Coached by James Gwynn
His starters, number 21,
with this lens
She said
Let me edit it
Where do I begin
Lets hope this works
Add some filler, I need more lips
Make it bigger, I need more hips
But I
freezin'
And Mrs. said that you would never be shit
And you don't wanna cry about dad, but you need him
I grew up so fucked, but I didn't even deep it
on the floor
Get it, get it on the floor (what)
You don't wanna party then your ass gotta go (what)
You don't wanna party then your ass gotta go (what)
Now
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