PASSPORT* 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 pus*y 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 c*cks
I touch up boobies, left hand on a box
We make a movie, rеd sand and a bra

[Hook]
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, b*tch
I wipe my motherf*cking nose with Louis napkins, b*tch
High-class n!gger sh*t
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 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 f*ck is this," "Who the f*ck 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 pus*y rap?"
Is pus*y rap bad?
Who really gives a f*ck 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!