[Intro]
(Oh, I'm in my [?] 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, [?] buns out
[?], 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, red 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 jungle braids
Passport tattеd 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 nigga 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)