You should have know it from the jump she a jump
Every time a nigga pop a bottle she a jump
You should see a face when you see a nigga stunt
She be looking at his car like, this the one I want
And she know, you can’t afford that shit
She a bad baby bitch, you should have bought that bitch
Me and my niggas world tour that bitch
No Benzes, we Honda Accord that bitch
So you look real dumb, you know that
You know your income, she gonna blow that
Where your hoe at Where your hoe at
Looking like the front page of world star in my Kodak
But it’s not your fault, nobody schooled you
You was new in town, the bitch fooled you
How you fucked up of you let her
But you know now, so do better
Holler at me, I can tell you, what is hidden, foe
Everybody in the club got her info
She a freak, she a whop, she a nimpho
So make sure you don’t get sentimental
Yeah, you love her
But she loves everyone, everyone, everyone
That’s everybody’s girl
And each time that you lay down and touch her
Just know you ain’t the only one Oh no that's not cha girl
That’s everybody’s girl
Michelle and Chante
Down to a make one hell of an entre
One of them is married the other one gone straight
So how you gonna treat them hoes like prom dates
Imposing your face, they pose with bump face
All these names dropping
Like, you know we know Lebron James
I’m like so bitch Who else you know, bitch
With ‘em all old bags, is them coaches
Taking pics in another nigga Phantom
Out in Vegas with a couple other randoms
Molly Heads got a pill popping anthem
And them real bad bitches can’t stand them
Can you blame them You can’t tame them
You with strangers I wouldn’t even change them
I’m just happy that I told my crew
Cause we all need hoes like you
Holler at me, I can tell you, what is hidden, foe
Everybody in the club gofuvkjhhbm
She a freak, she a whop, she a nimpho
So make sure you don’t get sentimental
Yeah, you love her
But she loves everyone, everyone, everyone
That’s everybody’s girl
And each time that you lay down and touch her
Just know you ain’t the only oneoh no that's not cha girl
That’s everybody’s girl
Turn the lights on
How you’re in a lab with a jump showing off a Benz
Not even knowing you can
I’ll be courtside at the lake show
And I bet she know who all the niggas is
Saying that’s her bro or her bestie
Bitch prolly' fucked half for the SPs
And I bet she got two phones
You’ll be like, do you smile like that when you text me
Head super cold, unemployed
But always be a allstar, week in the super bowl
Super hoe, she living large
Staying underneath was clothes, always in a different car
I can never be mad at her grind
Do your thing, love The head shine
But if you kill a nigga over her
Shit, I hope you do a whole lot of time
Holler at me, I can tell you, what is hidden, foe
Everybody in the club got her info
She a freak, she a whop, she a nimpho
So make sure you don’t get sentimental
Yeah, you love her
But she loves everyone, everyone, everyone
That’s everybody’s girl
And each time that you lay down and touch her
Just know you ain’t the only one
That’s everybody’s girl
Turn the lights on