Lyrics Hood Bitch - Sexyy Red

All my hoes love me, 'cause I ain't bougie
Hug me real tight, smack my ass, grip my booty
Take a nigga shopping, out to eat, then to a movie
Smoke a blunt with him, watch the nigga get groovy

I need a real man that's gon' know what to do with me
Love to get money, and I keep a clean coochie
I like city trends, bitch, fuck going to Gucci (Gucci)
Head dressed, dick dressed, that nigga a two-piece (two-piece)

You want a hood bitch? Well, nigga, I'm the hoodest
Yeah, I might be ratchet, but I'm stingy with my goodies
All my niggas told me that I got some good pussy
I'm a big dawg, you ain't fucking with no rookie

A hood bitch (hood bitch)
A hood bitch (hood bitch)
A hood bitch (hood bitch)
A hood bitch (hood bitch)

My sex good, yeah, hoe, I got that gushy stuff
You know your coochie front when nigga up and eat your butt
I'm the type of bitch to fuck and never hit you up
Nigga, you a slut, but for real, that's what's up (for real)

I love a dawg nigga, I'm a dawg-ass bitch
When you eat my pussy, only focus on the clit (yeah)
No more fucking broke niggas, this some rich dick (yeah)
But I'ma rep it up, 'cause these niggas got that shit (yeah)

I ain't no lame, I'ma tell you like this (what's up?)
I'm only tryna fuck, but I might give you a kiss (one)
Don't try to get me pregnant, you can't trap a real bitch
Bust the last nigga head who tried that shit

A hood bitch (hood bitch)
A hood bitch (hood bitch)
A hood bitch (hood bitch)
A hood bitch (hood bitch)

Ride 'round town with my nigga, busting hooks
Laws, get behind, and they ass getting shook
Don't bring your hoe 'round me, 'cause his ass'll get took
I ain't said a word, I just gave a nigga that look

Sexyy with a bankroll, fuck a nigga out his clothes
Ghetto with some fucking goals, you don't like me, bitch, so?
Ass fat, glitter thong, eat me to my fucking song
He a savage, I turn him on, you cheat on me, I crack it on

Basketball player, rapper, or a killer
Lawyer or a doctor, calling all the drug dealers
And I don't give a fuck, I like all kinda niggas
But I like hood hoes, 'cause they way more realer

Sexyy, why you talk like that? 'Cause I ain't got no filter
Them ratchet ass hoes, always stealing bitches' niggas
Your girlfriend boring, plus her coochie hella little
He choosing on a bitch, sending pictures of that pickle

Wake up in the morning, brush his teeth, and grab the nickel
If you a lame nigga, then I can't fuck with you
Hoes don't like me, but they never press the issue
Sexyy with an attitude, I bet I take your nigga

A hood bitch (hood bitch)
A hood bitch (hood bitch)
A hood bitch (hood bitch)
A hood bitch (hood bitch)

You sure, bitch? (You sure, bitch?)
You sure, bitch? (You sure, bitch?)
You sure, bitch? (You sure, bitch?)
You sure, bitch? (You sure, bitch?)

Realer than these niggas, I keep it a hunnid
Showing out the hand when corny niggas get to stuntin'
Put the 20 bucks, but boy, that ain't nothin'
Nowadays, the bitches is the one that get the money