Swamp Bitches Songtext

von Doechii

I′m just one bitch with three baths, I could shit all day (shit all day)
I got small tits, two nips, you could suck broad day (suck broad day)
I piss fifties and leave the seat up
Doechii "Bottom Feeder" to Doechii "the Don Diva"
Walking over niggas and bitches, then kick my feet up
'Cause I′m a, I'm a diva
Nigga, 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, 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 pussy tighter than Spaghetti-O

Bitch, I′m in love with this scenario (bitch, 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 bitch on Depop, she a lil′ teapot
Two left feet, them Reeboks
Shawty did freelance, now she a free thot
Should've never left the bitch alone with my sea-moss

Now the bitch skip-hip-hopping in my Reeboks
Talking 'bout a detox, pussy like a beatbox
All grown up, bitch 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)
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 pussy like a cannonball
Freak, freak, freak, freak

Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up (hahaha)
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it (I wish death on all of you, bitches)

I blew fifty racks in one summer
I think I deserve a new Hummer
I still clap for bitches I'm fond of
That rap bitch 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 niggas smoke dick ′cause Doechii too blunt

I whoop hoes like I'm a new belt
Popeye strong 'cause I eat my kale
Like mine dark, don′t fuck with no Mayo
Cause a scene ′cause I'ma post bail (free me)

Feeling like boulders, chip on my shoulders, I won′t tip over
Still at the top
Sold your soul, these bitches so bogus, how you bold
I can't see the font

They wanna police us, shout out my nieces
Stay on the defense, niggas is leeches
Can′t take a Plan B, moved on to Plan C
Wild like a banshee, my niggas is apes
You bitches chimpanzees, throwing parties like Gatsby
I'm where the tools and the gats be
I don′t get jet lagged, I just take BC
I'm that bitch, 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
Niggas so Pee-Wee, money green like seaweed
Balenci′ beanie
You small ball bitch, must've been a preemie
Eating on lamb, I forgot the ′ghini
Don't try this at home, make this shit look easy, easy, easy

My money fleek, fleek, body petite (huh)
Killin′ these bitches, they know it was me
Bitch, 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 rolling around Louis V (huh)
Got on Red Bottoms (yah), feel like Cardi B
Got heat wit' the Rico, that bitch started singin′ like she was on Glee