Hoop Earrings Lyrics – Pardison Fontaine
Singer: Pardison Fontaine
Title: Hoop Earrings
All my b#tches got hella #ss and barely any stomach
Hoop earrings and cornrows, they tell me that they love me
Ayy, all my b#tches got hella #ss 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 b#tches got hella #ss 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 b#tch is bad (My b#tch 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 f#ck them n#gg#s, ayy
She know the vibe (Ayy, ayy)
f#ck her ’til I fall asleep (Woo), ninety-three up in my Jeep (Ayy)
Strip club like once a week (Ayy), eat the p#ss#, rub her feet (Ayy)
I’m a savage dog, a beast, two phones and still hard to reach
She don’t care what n#gg#s say ’cause p#ss# 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 b#tches just like my business, I don’t want no other n#gg#s in it
Uncle Luke in the bank, n#gg#, 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 b#tches got hella #ss 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 b#tches got hella #ss and barely any stomach (Brr, bop, bop, bop)
All my, all my, all my, all my b#tches got hella #ss and barely any stomach (Ooh)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, do your thing (Woo)
Baby, do your thing, yeah
Set of big old t#tt#es, let ’em swing
Little t#tt#es 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’ #ss
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
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