Ernestine Johnson - Red Bottoms lyrics

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