I know a woman who will f** for a pair of red bottoms
s** and sell their soul, for a pair of red bottoms
Eyebrows on fleek but p**y on freak, now
That’s a red bottom
And she can’t pronounce laboutin or looboutan or louboutin
These women couldn’t even describe Christian
If his body was spread out on the diamond encrusted cross
Laid around her pretty little neck-
These women have no self respect
Slave to these brands and slave to this glam
Out here doing anything for a check, selling values for a check
Selling morals for a check
Bet these women didn’t know you couldn’t buy cla** with a check
Selling a** for a check
If she only knew Sarah Bartman’s body parts were put on blast for a check-
By white men who were committing more sin than the city of Sodom
Her a** cheeks were dissected, boiled and put on display-
Now that’s a f**ing red bottom
For shoes made with cheap souls sure and quick to give up the kitty
Letting old men with old money s** on her titties
Pioneers who died paving the way, rolling in their graves with pity
Changing men like summer turns into autumn
p**y stuck like thorns on roses when they blossom
And she’s out here scheming, lying and dying to prove
She is the chosen one like when Jesus walked on water
What’s the price of the sole on your shoe when it’s your soul you have to barter?
And, what about your daughters?
How many men has she met this year alone-she’s forgotten
Picking through step-daddy’s like slaves pick through cotton
“Yes Menning” these men with no problem
Kissing master’s a** with red lips
Now that’s a f**ing red bottom