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