Lyrics

[Intro] Ooh, I'm in my Daisy Dukes y'all! I'm feeling so Americana, so Americana! We traveling around the world! [Verse 1] So Americana, I'm biking through Barcelona My pussy playing peekaboo under my dress, designer It's chewing through the panties and doing the Macarena I'm only getting finer like red wine in China Sun's out, fun's out, knock [?] buns out Vetements flip-flop, freezie-pop, wristwatch I'm out in Spain, yellin', "Grazie, grazie" Then flew to Italy to duck the paparazzi Pu-pu-pu-pu-pah, martini on the rocks I'm on a nude beach, red tans on the cocks I touch up boobies, left hand on a box We make a movie, rеd sand and a bra [Chorus] Grah, everybody knows She givе me slow deepthroat, she's a honor roll I'm in a skin-tight tank and my Dungarees Passport tatted a different kind of shade (Woo) [Verse 2] Sheesh, a different kind of shade Swaying seats on the boat Red rubies on the broach I'm breaking laws, roach You out here flying coach My passport's tatted, you static It gets active, don't combat it, bitch I wipe my motherfucking nose with Louis napkins, bitch High-class n!gger shit Bring your biggest bitch, then bring a bigger bitch Then bring the bitch that's bigger than the bitch who bringing them Tell them, "Line them hoes up" I'll smooth them out one finger wave This the time and place for me to say the things I shouldn't say, like: "Who the fuck is this," "Who the fuck is that?" "Whose song is number one?" And, "Who's copying who's swag?" "Which bitch is really rapping?" And, "Which bitch is really wack?" "Who's real," and "Who's cap?" "Who's pushing pussy rap?" Is pussy rap bad? Who really gives a fuck about that? As long as you rap, I guess [Outro] I mean, I guess.. Wherever you supposed to go, y'know? We out here on a boat to Paris I can't be worried 'bout you Can't wait!