Basic Bitch Lyrics - Meek Mill

When I say weakass, you 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 motherfucker 

White niggas be talkin' hard 

Talkin' shit till we pull your card 

Take your chain, beat you up 

Fuck your bitch, clean you up 

My niggas wylin', we wylin' wylin' 

My niggas wylin', we be wylin', we wylin' wylin' 

My niggas wylin', we be wylin' we wylin', wylin' 

My niggas wylin' 

And I don't want no basic bitches 

Related 

23 Boy Band Slow Jams That Made You Believe In Love 

Watch Cardi B Joins James Corden For Carpool Karaoke 

Ariana Grande Adds Her Own Verse To "Last Christmas" 

She ain't never fuck with a rich nigga 

She told me that her ex was a bitch nigga 

So I told her put me on the 'Gram though 

Just to flex on that nigga 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 pussy though 

But if you tryna you get wet then 

Runnin' with my niggas 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 motherfucker 

We gettin' money like a motherfucker 

She suckin' dick for Red Bottoms 

You bet some bitches call 'em bloodsuckers 

Get it? 

Photos 

I know exactly what Meek talkin' bout 

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

Broke niggas you can stand to the left 

Rich niggas 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 fuck this nigga talkin' bout? 

Yo, Takeoff, pull the Mac-11 out 

Young niggas wylin', 12 o'clock on a Friday 

Pull up like Big Worm, I want my money Friday 

And you can have your basic bitches 

Because my hoes' siddity with fat ass and titties 

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 stackin' them benjis 

Ever 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 

Your bitch pull up to my trap with no car 

Like football she get penalties