| You should of knew it from the jump she a jump
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| Every time a nigga pop a bottle she a jump
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| You should see her face when she see a nigga stunt
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| She be looking at his car like, «this the one I want»
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| And she know, you can’t afford that shit
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| She a bad baby but you should abort that bitch
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| Me and my niggas world toured that bitch
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| No Benzes, we Honda Accord that bitch
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| So you look real dumb, you know that
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| You know your income?, she gonna blow that
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| Where your ho at? |
| Where your ho at?
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| Looking like the front page of Worldstar in my Kodak
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| But it’s not your fault, nobody schooled you
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| You was new in town, the bitch fooled you
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| A have you fucked up if you let her
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| But you know now, so do better
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| Pre-Chorus:
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| Holler at me, I can tell you what it’s hitting foe
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| Everybody in the club got her info
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| She a freak, she a whop, she a nimpho
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| So make sure you don’t get sentimental
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| Yeah, you love her
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| But she loves everyone, everyone
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| That’s everybody’s girl
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| And each time that you lay down and touch her
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| Just know you ain’t the only one
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| Oh no that’s not cha girl
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| That’s everybody’s girl
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| Turn the lights on
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| Michelle and Chante!
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| Them two make one hell of an entre
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| One of them is married the other one gone stray
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| So how you gone treat them hoes like prom dates?
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| They pose in ya’ll face, they pose with bum face
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| Always name dropping
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| Like, «you know we know Lebron James?»
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| I’m like so bitch, Who else you know, bitch?
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| With them old bags, is them Coachs?
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| Taking pics in another nigga Phantom
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| Out in Vegas with a couple other randoms
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| Molly Heads got a pill popping anthem
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| And them real bad bitches can’t stand them
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| Can you blame 'em?, You can’t tame 'em
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| You with strangers, I wouldn’t even change 'em
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| I’m just happy that I told my crew
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| Cause we all need hoes like you
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| Pre-Chorus:
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| Holler at me, I can tell you what it’s hitting foe
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| Everybody in the club got her info
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| She a freak, she a whop, she a nimpho
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| So make sure you don’t get sentimental
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| Yeah, you love her
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| But she loves everyone, everyone
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| That’s everybody’s girl
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| And each time that you lay down and touch her
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| Just know you ain’t the only one
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| Oh no that’s not cha girl
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| That’s everybody’s girl
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| Bridge
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| How you in the lab with the jump off showing her the biz?
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| Not even knowing you can trizz
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| Ya’ll be courtside at the lake show
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| And I bet she know who all them niggas is
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| Saying that’s her bro or her bestie
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| Bitch probably' fucked half of the Espys
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| And I bet she got two phones
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| You be like, «do you smile like that when you text me?»
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| Head super cold, unemployed
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| But always be at all-star week and the super-bowls
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| Super throwed, she living large
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| Stay in the newest clothes, always in a different car
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| I can never be mad at her grind
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| Do your thing love, go head shine
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| But if you’ll kill a nigga over her
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| Shit, I hope you do a whole lot of time
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| Pre-Chorus:
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| Holler at me, I can tell you what is hitting foe
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| Everybody in the club got her info
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| 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
|
| That’s everybody’s girl
|
| And each time that you lay down and touch her
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| Just know you ain’t the only one
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| Oh no that’s not cha girl
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| That’s everybody’s girl
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| Turn the lights on |