Hoop Earrings - Pardison Fontaine

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

(Ooh)

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