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MEEK MILL lyrics : "Basic Bitch"

[Intro]
When I say weakass, you say (*##$
Weakass (*##$, weakass (*##$

I don't want no basic (*##$es, basic (*##$es
I don't want no basic (*##$es, wait a minute mother$#&@er


[Hook: Meek Mill]
Rap ^!$$%s be talkin' hard
Talkin' %#@! till we pull your card

Take your chain, beat you up
$#&@ your (*##$, clean you up
My ^!$$%s wylin', we wylin', we wylin', wylin'

My ^!$$%s wylin', we wylin', we wylin', wylin'
My ^!$$%s wylin', we wylin', we wylin', wylin'


[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
I don't want no basic (*##$es
She ain't never $#&@ with a rich ^!$$%

She told me that her ex was a (*##$ ^!$$%
So I told her put me on the 'Gram though
Just to flex on that ^!$$% 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 about no #~!!@ though

But if you tryna you get wet then
Runnin' with my ^!$$%s 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 mother$#&@er

We gettin' money like a mother$#&@er
She suckin' dick for Red Bottoms
You bet some (*##$es call 'em bloodsuckers

Get it?

[Hook]


[Verse 2: Quavo]
I know exactly what Meek talkin' bout

I took your basic $$# ho and then I nut on her mouth
Broke ^!$$%s you can stand to the left
Rich ^!$$%s 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 $#&@ this ^!$$% talkin' bout?

Yo, Takeoff, pull the Mac-11 out
Young ^!$$%s wylin', 12 o'clock on a Friday
Pull up like Big Worm, I want my money Friday

And you can have your basic (*##$es
Because my hoes' siddity with fat $$# and !@%$


[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 ^!$$%s in penitentiaries, they locked in the system
I pray the Lord is my witness, ^!$$%, I'm stackin' them benjis
Ever since they killed Pistol Pete my ^!$$%, 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
(*##$es run around the lobby, boot 'em up, but no Timberlands
Your (*##$ pull up to my trap with no car

Like football she get penalties

[Hook]

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