Basic b*tch lyrics

[Intro: Meek Mill]
When I say weakass, you say b*tch
Weakass b*tch, weakass b*tch
I don't want no basic b*tches, basic b*tches
I don't want no basic b*tches, wait a minute motherf*cker

[Hook: Meek Mill]
White n*ggas be talkin' hard
Talkin' sh*t till we pull your card
Take your chain, beat you up
f*ck your b*tch, clean you up
My n*ggas wylin', we wylin' wylin'
My n*ggas wylin', we be wylin', we wylin' wylin'
My n*ggas wylin', we be wylin' we wylin', wylin'
My n*ggas wylin'
And I don't want no basic b*tches

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
She ain't never f*ck with a rich n*gga
She told me that her ex was a b*tch n*gga
So I told her put me on the 'Gram though
Just to flex on that n*gga with some real killers
And now he on my line talkin' reckless
I'm thinkin', should I slide or should I check him?
But I ain't goin' to war bout no pus*y though
But if you tryna you get wet then
Runnin' with my n*ggas on the low-low
We in the south side, talkin' mafioso
I be really outside, bustin' with my four-four
Right there on the south side, watching for the po-po
Sharper than a motherf*cker
We gettin' money like a motherf*cker
She suckin' di*k for Red Bottoms
You bet some b*tches call 'em bloodsuckers
Get it?
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[Verse 2: Quavo]
I know exactly what Meek talkin' bout
I took your basic ass ho and then I nut on her mouth
Broke n*ggas you can stand to the left
Rich n*ggas to the right with their pistols out
Playin' with a cat, got her whiskers out
Got 'Rari's and Bentleys, and Fiskers out
Hold up, what the f*ck this n*gga talkin' bout?
Yo, Takeoff, pull the Mac-11 out
Young n*ggas wylin', 12 o'clock on a Friday
Pull up like Big Worm, I want my money Friday
And you can have your basic b*tches
Because my hoes' siddity with fat ass and titties

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[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 n*ggas in penitentiaries, they locked in the system
I pray the Lord is my witness, n*gga, I'm stackin' them benjis
Ever since they killed Pistol Pete my n*gga, 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
b*tches run around the lobby, boot 'em up, but no Timberlands
Your b*tch pull up to my trap with no call
Like football she get penalties
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