Girlfriend - Michael Christmas

Hey what’s up, hey what’s up witchu?

Girl, can I fuck, can I fuck witchu?

Hey what’s up, hey what’s up witchu

Girl, can I fuck, can I fuck witchu?

I want her to be my girlfriend

I want her to be my girlfriend

«Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang,"like Pops say

«Money, power, respect, and grilled cheese,"like The Lox say

«'Scuse me miss, you look fine as hell,"that's what I say

«Nigga, please,"or «boy, bye,"that's what y’all say

«I ain’t like them niggas you be with,"what they all say

I can’t even sip no lemonade, thanks, Beyoncé

I want three thousand like Andre

And my bitch couldn’t be no snack, she an entree

Look

Hey what’s up, hey what’s up witchu?

Girl, can I fuck, can I fuck witchu?

Hey what’s up, hey what’s up witchu

Girl, can I fuck, can I fuck witchu?

I want her to be my girlfriend

I want her to be my girlfriend

Now when I pull up, I don’t talk much

'Cause I be too nervous, say awkward stuff

She whispered some shit and I lost a nut

I fell on the floor and could not get up

Don’t know what I wanna do today

Just lookin' at pictures of you today

Beatin' my dick like the kumite, I feel like Beck, I’m a loser babe

Might have to take me a nap, hopin' you text me back

But I know you didn’t, who the fuck am I kidding?

Man I gotta stop bitchin', she don’t want me, I get it

Then one night I heard «bing», check my phone and she slid it

Hey what’s up, hey what’s up witchu?

Girl, can I fuck, can I fuck witchu?

Hey what’s up, hey what’s up witchu

Girl, can I fuck, can I fuck witchu?

I want her to be my girlfriend

I want her to be my girlfriend