Passport Lyrics – Doechii

[Intro]
Ooh, I’m in my Daisy Dukes y’all!
I’m feeling so Americana, so Americana!
We travelling round the world!

[Verse 1]
So Americana, I’m biking through Barcelona
My pu*sy 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, wristw*tch
I’m out in Spain, yelling, “Grazie, grazie”
Then flew to Italy to dodge 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 moviе, red sand and a bra

[Chorus]
Grah, everybody knows
Shе give 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, b!tch
I wipe my motherfu*king nose with Louis napkins, b!tch
High-class n!gga s*it
Bring your biggest b!tch, then bring a bigger b!tch
Then bring the b!tch that’s bigger than the b!tch who bringing ’em

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 fu*k is this?
Who the fu*k is that?
Whose song is number one and who’s copying who’s swag?
Which b!tch is really rapping and which b!tch is really wack?
Who’s real and who’s cap?
Who’s pushing pu*sy rap?
Is pu*sy rap bad?
Who really gives a fu*k about that?
As long as you rap, I guess

[Outro]
I mean, I guess
Wherever floats your boat, y’know?
We out here on a boat to Paris
I can’t be worried ’bout you
Oui, oui!