IDK
I-IDK
IDK
I-IDK
IDK
I-IDK
IDK
I-IDK
Holler at a shorty.
Dip, flip the cellphone.
Text message sickness,
you know how it goes.
She can't be alone killing them minutes,
so she texting all in my buisness.
She my lyke, WTF, OMG, less than with three.
Oh, that's heart,
she loves me.
I send it back she's like PLZ.
What's with these games?
Like ???
She ought to spell correctly.
That's so sorry.
I want up in that xbox.
Oops, I meant that sex box.
Oh, she want to get hot,
but oh, she lost Rocom.
So now I'm done,
won't play that game.
Next time she asks
I'll be like IDK.
IDK
(uh)
I-IDK
(yeah, yeah)
IDK
I-IDK (uh, yeah.
Whatcha talking about?)
IDK
(uh)
I-IDK (yeah, yeah. Right, right)
IDK
(uh-huh)
I-IDK
(Whatcha' talking about?)
Girl:WTF does he mean: IDK?
That's my thing,
he can't take it.
Ugh, whatev'.
I need a fucking cappucino.
Hey bitch, that's fucking spot...
gross.
Does he even know what year it is?