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jamie foxx - digital girl (remix 2) lyrics

[the dream]
i wanna see what’s under there baby

[verse 1: drake]
who’s that peekin’ in my window
you should let some more skin show
and if one of these websites get the info
we 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 sh-t, 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 attatched, your love is so wi-fi

[refrain: jamie foxx]
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
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
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 -ss up in this kitchen

[the dream]
baby, not a day goes by, whoa
without you on my mind, whoa
donna karan underwear
babe, i swear you have nothing to worry about
baby, i wanna see what’s under there
it’s easy, look lemme explain
oh baby, yeah baby

[verse 2: kanye west]
when you take the picture, cut off your face
and cover up the tattoo by the waist
let the mc serch ’til i reach third 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 c0ke 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
p-ssion of the christ, thirty-three 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

[outro: jamie foxx]
i ain’t lyin, no no
i ain’t cheatin, no no
i ain’t lyin, uh no
i ain’t lyin, no no
i ain’t lyin, no no
i ain’t cheatin, no no
i ain’t lyin, no no

- jamie foxx lyrics

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