Swamp b*tches lyrics

[Intro: Doechii]
I'm just one b*tch with three baths, I could sh*t all day (sh*t all day)
I got small tits, two nips, you could suck broad day (Suck broad day)
I p*ss fifties and leave the seat up
Doechii bottom feeder to Doechii the Don Diva
Walking over n*ggas and b*tches then kick my feet up
'Cause I'm a— I'm a diva
n*gga, check my bracket and tell me I ain't a keeper
This outfit'll cause a fever
This ass’ll make 'em believers
My jacket chinchilla cheetah
I’m wetter than Hurr' Katrina

[Verse 1: Doechii]
Wet like Trina, ass on Frida
Queen lil' Sheeba, she a lil' diva
Face like 'Retha, shoes on bleeder
Call her Miss Johnson, real John Cena
Anything to squeeze her, please her, she a real diva
She don’t like men, me neither
Shawty wanna treat her, eat her, rockstar Beatles
Shawty want a red two-seater
That ain't a Rollie, that's a Casio
Ain’t hopped a porch, or step or patio
You must’ve missed the drip and slipped inside
The pus*y tighter than Spaghetti-O
b*tch, I’m in love with this scenario (b*tch, I'm in love)
I need some drugs for this scenario (I need some drugs)
I need a check or cash, a leather bag
Or I’ma need blood for this scenario
Lil' white b*tch on Depop, she a lil' teapot
Two left feet, them Reeboks
Shawty did freelance, now she a free thot
Should’ve never left the b*tch alone with my sea-moss
Now the b*tch skip-hip-hoppin' in my Reeboks
Talking ’bout a detox, pus*y like a beatbox
All grown up, b*tch lookin' like Selena
That booty cheap but you can go cheaper
That booty cheap (Cheap)
Ain’t even peep, I need that booty for keeps
That booty reek (Reek)
Ain't even cheap, that booty fake, got a leak (I need a, I need a, I need a)
I need a freak like an animal, freak like a cannibal
She highly flammable, freak like a merry-go
Let me jump inside of shawty pus*y like a cannonball
Freak, freak, freak, freak
[Bridge: Doechii]
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha (Freak, freak)
Ah-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha (Freak, freak, freak, freak, freak, freak)
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha
Neat freak, neat freak, neat freak, neat freak, neat freak

[Verse 2: Doechii]
I wish death on all of you b*tches
I blew fifty racks in one summer
I think I deserve a new Hummer
I still clap for b*tches I'm front of
That rap b*tch must be the new runner
Mad they can't predict how I'll stunt
Just make sure it's chips with my lunch
Diamonds bustin' out to my fronts
And n*ggas smoke di*k 'cause Doechii too blunt

[Verse 3: Rico Nasty]
I whoop hoes like I'm a new belt
Popeye strong 'cause I eat my kale
Like mine dark, don’t f*ck with no Mayo
Cause a scene 'cause I'ma post bail (Free me)
Feelin' like boulders, chip on my shoulders
Won’t tip over, still at the top
Sold your soul, these b*tches so bogus, how you bold?
I can’t see the font
They wanna police us, shout out to my nieces
Stay on the defense, n*ggas is leeches
Can’t take Plan B, moved on to Plan C
Wild like a banshee, my n*ggas is apes
You b*tches chimpanzees, at the party like Gatsby
I’m where the tools and the gats be
I don’t get jet-lagged, I just take BC
I’m that b*tch, there won’t be a repeat
Simon says the belt is BB
Nickname CC, coulda bought CCs
Didn't want DDs, suck on my PP
n*ggas so Pee-Wee, money green like seaweed
Balenci' beanie
You small ball b*tch, must’ve been a preemie
Eating on lamb, I forgot the 'ghini
Don't try this at home, make this sh*t look easy, easy, easy
My money fleek, fleek, body petite
Killin' these b*tches, they know it was me
b*tch, she can't think for herself, so we call her a sheep, sheep, sheep
Lil' Bo Peep (Haha)
Bravado on my jeans, luggage I'm rollin' around Louis V
Got on Red Bottoms, feel like Cardi B
Got heat wit' the Rico, that b*tch started singin' like she was on Glee