Pardison Fontaine - Hoop Earrings lyrics

All my bitches got hella ass
And barely any stomach
Hoop earrings and cornrows
They tell me that they love me

Ayy, all my bitches got hella
Ass and barely any stomach
Hoop earrings and cornrows
They tell me that they love me
All bullets hit the back
Of everyone that fronted
Hundreds, fifties, twenties
Just tell me how you want it

All my bitches got hella ass
And barely any stomach
Hoop earrings and cornrows
They tell me that they love me
All bullets hit the back
Of everyone that fronted
I got hundreds, fifties, twenties, just tell
Me how you want it, ayy

My bitch is bad (My bitch is bad)
She from the streets (She from the streets)
She roll her eyes (Ayy, ayy)
She suck her teeth (yeah) she know the guys
She throw the signs (Woo)
Said fuck them niggas, ayy
She know the vibe (Ayy, ayy)

Fuck her 'til I fall asleep
(Woo) ninety-three up in my Jeep (Ayy)
Strip club like once a week
(Ayy) eat the pussy, rub her feet (Ayy)
I'm a savage dog, a beast
Two phones and still hard to reach
She don't care what niggas say 'cause
Pussy calls and talk is cheap (Ayy)

My biggest fan and my worst critic
Only like the song if she can twerk with it
(Ayy)
Treat my bitches just like my business
I don't want no other niggas in it
Uncle Luke in the bank, nigga
Don't stop, just get it, get it
She made me nut in like
Six seconds, said, "Chill, baby
It's been a minute" (Woo)

My bitches got hella ass
And barely any stomach (Crip)
Hoop earrings and cornrows
They tell me that they love me (Ayy)
All bullets hit the back
Of everyone that fronted (Brrah)
Hundreds, fifties, twenties
Just tell me how you want it
All my bitches got hella ass
And barely any stomach (Brr, bop, bop, bop)
All my, all my, all my
All my bitches got hella ass
And barely any stomach (O oh)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, baby, do your thing (Woo)
Baby, do your thing, yeah
Set of big old titties, let 'em swing
Little titties get sucked the same
BBL, au naturel
You go, girl, it's your world
Just do your thing (Woo)
Baby, do your thing, look
If you bartendin' or you go to class
If you on the pole, if you're throwin' ass
If you a CNA or a lash tech
Hit you doggystyle, lick your back sweat
Do your thing baby, do your thing, look
Hairstylist or aesthetician
Social worker, who else I'm missin'?
If your head good, if your cookin' bustin'
Don't compete with no other woman
If your back hurtin', I'll hold 'em for you
Don't you get no breast reduction
Baby, do your thing baby, do your thing
Black girl, if you a Black girl
If you a Black girl, if you a Black girl
If you a Black girl, if you a Black girl
If you a Black girl, if you a Black girl
If you a Black girl, if you a Black girl
If you a Black girl, if you a Black girl
If you a Black girl, if you a Black girl
If you a Black girl, if you a Black girl
Do your thing