(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 am 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 gassed 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 class

Not really two doors down, but any time that I pass

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 shit's getting hard

Some thoughts of dating this bitch

(It's this girl)

Her name is my password (...fuck)

(This girl)

All my niggas got they bitches and stuff

But all the bitches, they fuck

Are known as bitches and sluts

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 fucking 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. fag is gone, there's no one that can stop me

From bagging her, I got these tickets to the roxy

(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 fuck he 'bout to kiss her?

Come to find out she got back with her... nigga...

(Damn)

Damn...

Fuck...

(It's this girl) [x2]

She's so pretty, fuck self pity, I feel so shitty

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, fuck that

(This girl)

My nigga asked "ace, what happened to such and such?"

I could slander her name, and then, tell em' I probably fucked

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...)