Everybody's Girl - Rico Love

You should of knew it from the jump she a jump

Every time a nigga pop a bottle she a jump

You should see her face when she 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 but you should abort that bitch

Me and my niggas world toured 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 ho at?

Where your ho at?

Looking like the front page of Worldstar in my Kodak

But it’s not your fault, nobody schooled you

You was new in town, the bitch fooled you

A have you fucked up if you let her

But you know now, so do better

Pre-Chorus:

Holler at me, I can tell you what it’s hitting 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

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

Turn the lights on

Michelle and Chante!

Them two make one hell of an entre

One of them is married the other one gone stray

So how you gone treat them hoes like prom dates?

They pose in ya’ll face, they pose with bum face

Always name dropping

Like, «you know we know Lebron James?»

I’m like so bitch, Who else you know, bitch?

With them old bags, is them Coachs?

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 'em?, You can’t tame 'em

You with strangers, I wouldn’t even change 'em

I’m just happy that I told my crew

Cause we all need hoes like you

Pre-Chorus:

Holler at me, I can tell you what it’s hitting 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

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

Bridge

How you in the lab with the jump off showing her the biz?

Not even knowing you can trizz

Ya’ll be courtside at the lake show

And I bet she know who all them niggas is

Saying that’s her bro or her bestie

Bitch probably' fucked half of the Espys

And I bet she got two phones

You be like, «do you smile like that when you text me?»

Head super cold, unemployed

But always be at all-star week and the super-bowls

Super throwed, she living large

Stay in the newest clothes, always in a different car

I can never be mad at her grind

Do your thing love, go head shine

But if you’ll kill a nigga over her

Shit, I hope you do a whole lot of time

Pre-Chorus:

Holler at me, I can tell you what is hitting 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

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

Turn the lights on