Digital
F, Nickelus feat. T‐Pain
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Lyrics
I would like to thank Fanta for providing
A wide range of delectable fruit flavors
Sometimes you get bored with just orange and grape
I like pineapple
Uh, thank you
I wanna thank Ice Cube for making A Good Day
And Ghostface for Supreme Clientele
Project Pat for making Getty Green
And Mr. Don't Play, RZA for making Bobby Digital
Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo
Yeah, see tonight is going digital (Digital), really though
Really everybody in the club 'bout to feel me though
I came alone, 'cause I'm taking something back with me
I let the doors up on the Lamborghini (Lamborghini)
So they can see me (See me)
Everybody in the club know I got fettuccine
I can't leave home without a couple stacks on me
Now I got the Gucci on the shoes (Yeah)
Gucci knapsack (Yeah)
Ice around my neck (Yeah)
I pimp in his hat (Oh)
Come on (Girl), you can sneak up out the back with me, no
Tonight is going digital (Ayy), digital (Ayy)
Digital (Ayy), digital, it's going digital
Everybody know me when I walk up in the club
Tonight is going digital (Ayy), digital (Ayy)
Digital (Ayy), digital, it's going digital (Let me get it)
Everybody know me when I walk up in
The club (Let me get it, let me get it)
Walk up in the club and all the hotties turn to watch me
Feelin' like a drug connect 'cause all the ladies call me papi
Put 'em on to something new, take 'em out for sushi and sake
Going digital like RZA when he changed his name to Bobby
Man, you hatin' 'cause you analog, I shoot the gift like Santa Claus
Gave me a Smith & Wesson for Christmas and now I'm lettin' off
I'm bettin' y'all won't hear her sayin' no
I get it poppin', girl, you not
And you should get a piece of coal in your stocking
I can change your situation from the jealousy you facin'
Know you hatin' how your man so insecure and he keep wastin'
All the minutes on your phone, trippin', switchin' up his tone
Where you goin'? Who you with? And when you comin' back home?
Tell him you with me, I bet he switch his whole demeanor like a bone
I tell him, "Humor us or I'ma break your femur"
Hood up my middle phalange, flip the bird, no chicken patty
Man, it's like an angry golfer how I go and whip the caddy
Laughin' at them haters walkin', talkin' 'bout what they won't drive
I park the caddy, get to bickin', circle one more time
Let 'em see me, let 'em point, smell the kush up in my joint
Lookin' through my tints and, yes, I got somethin' to bone
She could be with you, but with me and that's a choice
Got her to the room and heard the full range of her voice
From the lows to the highs and everything up in the middle
Pun intended, yes, my name is Nickle U.S.F
I'm from the B-I-R-G-I-N-I-A
That's 804 to be exact, ask 'bout me, I be the mack
As you can see, I be a spaz when I hop up on the mic device
I can walk in any spot and walk out with something I like
Hoovers like to hang around, know I got something to light
Rappers like to listen in, find something that they can bite
This right here is full of goodies, play it back and take a note
My flow is like double dutch, hop around, rope-a-dope
Blow the smoke, float the toast, but
Yo, it's over? Already?
Dawg, y'all gotta run that back
Um, I would like to thank Richmond, Virginia
The county of Chesterfield, 23236
County boy from out the sticks
This is I, Nick Fury, changed my name to Nicholas
So F them haters, you can— yeah
Shout out to them county boys who ain't ashamed to be a county boy
You know what I'm sayin'?