So David Guetta and Akon walk into a club. And that's when it happens: They see her. Every girl there wants to be her. She's a diva, and they want to meet her.
Suddenly, Akon is overcome with emotion than renders him almost speechless:
I'm trying to find the words to describe this girl without being disrespectful
He waits a few beats. Perhaps he is composing a sonnet, or, like Luda, pondering the inadequacy of words to express the fullness of what his heart feels.
Then inspiration strikes:
Damn, you's a sexy bitch
A sexy bitch
Damn, you's a sexy bitch
Daaaamn, girl!
Oh.
