Swamp b#tches Lyrics – Doechii
Singer: Doechii
Title: Swamp b#tches
I’m just one b#tch with three baths, I could sh#t all day (Shit all day)
I got small t#ts, two nips you could suck broad day (Suck broad day)
Walking over n#gg#s and b#tches then kick my feet up (Ahh)
‘Cause I’m a– I’m a diva
n#gg# 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
Wet like Trina, #ss 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 I’mma 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 p#ss# 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’mma 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 seamoss
Now the b#tch skip-hip-hopping in my Reeboks
Talking ’bout a detox, p#ss# like a beatbox
All grown up, b#tch looking 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)
Can’t even speak 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 p#ss# I’ma cannonball
Freak, freak, freak, freak
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
I wish death on all of you b#tches
I blew fifty racks in two summers
I think I deserve a new Hummer
I beat hoes like I’m the new drummer
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
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’mma Post bail (FREE ME)
Feeling 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#gg#s is leeches
Can’t take plan b, so I move on to plan c
Wild like a banshee
My n#gg#s is apes
You b#tches chimpanzees
Throwing parties like gasby
I’m where the tools and the gats b
I don’t get jet lagged, I just take bb
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 pee pee n#gg#s so pee wee
Money Green like seaweed
Balenci beanie
You small ball b#tch must’ve been a premie
Eating on lamb, I forgot the ghini
Don’t try this at home
I make the sh#t look easy (easy easy)
My money fleek (fleek)
Body petite
Killing these b#tches they know it was me
She can’t think for herself
So we call her a sheep (sheep sheep)
Lol no peep
Bravado my jeans
Luggage I’m rolling around Louis V
Got on red bottoms feel like cardi b
Got hit with the Rico
That b#tch started singing like she was on glee
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