Meek Mill - Basic Bitch lyrics

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(Intro)

When I say weakass, ya say bitch

Weakass bitch, weakass bitch

I don't want no basic bitches, basic bitches

I don't want no basic bitches, wait a minute muthafucka

(Hook)

Rap niggas be talking hard

Talking shit 'til we pull yo card

Take yo chain, beat ya up

Fuck yo bitch, clean ya up

My niggas wyling, we wyling, we wyling, wyling

My niggas wyling, we wyling, we wyling, wyling

My niggas wyling, we wyling, we wyling, wyling

(Verse: Meek Mill)

I don't want no basic bitches

She ain't neva fuck wit a rich nigga

She told me that her ex was a bitch nigga

So I told her put me on the 'Gram tho'

Just to flex on that nigga wit sum' real killers

And now he on my line talking reckless

I'm thinking, should I slide or should I check him?

But I ain't going to war about no pussy tho'

But if ya tryin' to ya get wet then

Running wit my niggas on the low low

We in the south side, talking mafioso

I be really outside, busting wit my four four

Right there on the south side, watchin' fo' the po-po

Sharper than a muthafucka

We getting money like a muthafucka

She sucking dick fo' Red Bottoms

Ya bet some bitches call 'em bloodsuckers

Get it?

(Hook)

(Verse 2: Quavo)

I know exactly what Meek talking bout

I took yo basic ass ho and then I nut on her mouth

Broke niggas ya can stand to the left

Rich niggas to the right wit their pistols out

Playing wit a cat, got her whiskers out

Got 'Rari's and Bentleys, and Fiskers out

Hold up, what the fuck this nigga talking 'bout?

Yo, Takeoff, pull the Mac-11 out

Young niggas wyling, 12 o'clock on a Friday

Pull up like Big Worm, I want my money Friday

And ya can have yo basic bitches

Becuz my hoes' siddity wit fat ass and titties

(Hook)

(Verse 3: Takeoff)

Takeoff, I make the work disappear like a magician

Take that envy then stand in the kitchen, whip me up a chicken

I beat that pot like a chemist, money bat-bat like it's tennis

And free my niggas in penitentiaries, they locked in the system

I pray the Lord is my witness, nigga, I'm stacking them benjis

Eva since they killed Pistol Pete my nigga, I turned to a menace

And all these diamonds around my neck, I put on two of them chinchillas

Drop my top in the winter, cash out at the Beverly Center

Go to my jeweler out in Cuba, get diamonds below temperature

Double cup my muddy trouble, I'm an Actavis citizen

Bitches run around the lobby, boot 'em up, but no Timberlands

Yo bitch pull up to my trap wit no car

Like football she get penalties