(It's this girl) She lives next door To the store that I loiter at We talk every night, she cry to me about her guy And if we text, I get pissed when I get no reply (It's this girl) I know that she's the key to love She is who I'm thinking of when I ain't beating richard up The mental images her face looked The closest that I got was when I'm poking her on facebook (This girl) Video chats are so exciting, Cause it's like she is inviting me to her world full of privacy I'm getting ga**ed up, I think she's liking me She's gullible, and I just wanna take it like a pirate (aargh) (This girl) I see her in cla** Not really two doors down, but any time that I pa** To take a piss in a stall, I picture us in the hall Locking lips on the wall, her hand grabbing my dick My left hand on her tits, aw my sh**'s getting hard Some thoughts of dating this b**h (It's this girl) Her name is my pa**word (...f**) (This girl) All my n***as got they b**hes and stuff But all the b**hes, they f** I know these b**hes is s*uts But she's special, I know to ya'll I come off as rough But I'm the nicest to her, and I just want to concur A relation, I want the cheesy dates at the movies And stupid walks at the beach, and sharin' straws in a cup I never had that, so when we holdin' hands walkin' home I look past that, the fact she's f**ing guys that I hate But... (This girl) Things are looking great, cut copy Last time that we talked, she said her relationship was rocky Now that mr. f*ggot's gone, their's no one that can stop me From bagging her, I got these tickets to the roxies (This girl) Next day, metro's taking me home I see her in a cut at wendy's, but she's not alone Who's that guy, wait, why the f** he 'bout to kiss her? Come to find out she got back with her... n***a... (Damn) Damn... f**... (It's this girl) [x2] She's so pretty, f** self pity, I feel so sh**ty I wanna text her in a jealous rage, but if she replied Or say anything, I'mma smile, I know What do I do with myself? sit in my room for some days Play xbox with piles full of wet socks, f** that (This girl) My n***a asked "ace, what happened to such and such?" I her name, and then, tell em' I probably f**ed Or I could tell em the truth and say she didn't like me much But instead I lie and say she moved to nebraska... (It's this girl...)