Kurtiz the Kid - Facebook Girl

{intro: kurtiz the kid}
Yes
Kurtiz the kid
I brought some guests
Guess
See, you can't get in here without a suit and tie
You came elegant tonight

{verse 1: kurtiz the kid}
They say i'm the best youngin spittin' (that's right)
Y'all just face it (yeah)
This is not a competition, this is no racin' (zoom)
'cause you are in the back and you gettin no placement (uh)
My skills are attic (top), and your skills are basement (bottom)
Knockout two hugs, i'm the salt to you slugs (ugh)
Call me mr. pesticide raid, y'all bugged (sprayed)
Call me mr. iron bracelet, y'all thugged (yep)
And we don't hit your girlfriend, she always call us (she callin')
And we don't never answer unless we need to (yeah)
But you know when we do is when she leaves you with us
I don't like problems, i am not troublesome
But she stay blowin' up my page, bubblegum (bazooka)
And she like to chew, she say i taste good (yeah)
I say, "you cute, ma, yeah, your face good" (cute)
They like to talk to me
And so they could let everyone know, they do it on facebook

{chorus: kurtiz the kid & mr. manhattan}
She posted up on my wall, never wanna call
She want everyone to see, no privacy at all
That's a facebook girl (that's a facebook girl)
That's a facebook girl (that's a facebook girl)
And i don't gotta do the work (nah)
She the one chasin' (yeah)
She the only name on my notifications
That's a facebook girl (that's a facebook girl; oh, yeah)
That's a facebook girl (that's a facebook girl; mr. manhattan)

{verse 2: mr. manhattan}
Flew to a t ((?...)), fit to a t (i'm nice)
Don't worry 'bout it, kurt, put it on me (that's right)
King-size status (yep), bite-size (?...) (come on)
Mr. manhattan (that's me), hip-hop's pleasure (i'm nice)
Every girl hit me on my facebook messenger (that's right)
When i hit 'em back, i make the chicks go crazy
They wanna see my pics and even myspace me
Ahead of the game, instead of you cheap (?...)
Heavyweight bout punchlines i speak
You need to get your girl 'cause your girl on me (she on me)
I think i'm 'bout to tax her 'cause my fame ain't free (it ain't)
You do you, don't criticize me

{chorus: kurtiz the kid & mac miller}
She posted up on my wall, never wanna call
She want everyone to see, no privacy at all
That's a facebook girl (that's a facebook girl)
That's a facebook girl (that's a facebook girl)
And i don't gotta do the work (nah)
She the one chasin' (yeah)
She the only name on my notifications
That's a facebook girl (that's a facebook girl)
That's a facebook girl (that's a facebook girl; hey, hey, uh)

{verse 3: mac miller}
I keep it pushin', i don't take looks back
Respondin' to these groupies on the facebook chat, uh
They say, "what up with you?", feelin' what i do, uh
I say, "thanks, but it ain't nothin' new
We take our time to freak, girl, i ain't rushin' you
Relationship status hidden from the public view
But i don't if you got a man
I just wanna see you sleep in my pajama pants
Lookin' like i got a lot on my hands
Tryna take you home, i don't wanna dance
Leave me a message, uh, tryna be private
Do it from your phone, yeah, you got a sidekick
Don't choke, here's the heimlick
You gon' get me in my prime, bitch, i'm the finest
I'm just tryna put it up by where ya spine is
Then throw it back and rewind it" (haha)

{chorus: kurtiz the kid & a.t.}
She posted up on my wall, never wanna call
She want everyone to see, no privacy at all
That's a facebook girl (that's a facebook girl)
That's a facebook girl (that's a facebook girl)
And i don't gotta do the work (nah)
She the one chasin' (yeah; a.t.)
She the only name on my notifications
That's a facebook girl (that's a facebook girl; yeah)
That's a facebook girl (that's a facebook girl)

{verse 4: a.t.}
Comin' online with ten im's at a time
Don't answer back unless you a dime (haha)
But, see, i ain't really tryna be rude (nah)
I'm a busy man, got things i gotta do (do)
Girls leave me posts all up on my wall
With a random address and a phone number to call
They're too easy, caught me off-balance, i
I love a girl who would give me a challenge (yup)
And people say, "you wanna chill and talk?"
And if girls want sex, just leave me appalled (haha)
Sometimes you try to meet, i just gotta bail
And now my facebook is all filled with fan-mail
Sexy girls, i try to holler at (?...) bottom of your back (uh)
Addicted to me like you're addicted to crack
And i'll do you so good that you'll never go back

{chorus: kurtiz the kid}
She posted up on my wall, never wanna call
She want everyone to see, no privacy at all
That's a facebook girl (that's a facebook girl)
That's a facebook girl (that's a facebook girl)
And i don't gotta do the work (nah)
She the one chasin' (yeah)
She the only name on my notifications
That's a facebook girl (that's a facebook girl)
That's a facebook girl (that's a facebook girl)