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evilgiane, anycia & robb bank$ - basic lyrics

[intro: anycia]
(surf gang)
yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah
huh, what? (yeah)
i got robb in this b+tch with me (yeah)
yeah, yeah, yeah

[chorus: anycia]
b+tches be basic
n+gga be mad ’cause he know i’m impatient
give me the d+ck when i want it, ain’t waitin’
you can come over, but you cannot stay here
i want the money, the jewelry, the backend
you wanna f+ck on a b+tch from the back end
steady gettin’ money, thesе b+tches be lackin’
i’ll send a f+ck n+gga packin’
facеtime, show me the pack in
brand new jeep with a kit with a b+tch in the front
robb in the back with a glock and it’s tucked
said you a ho, gotta show me your b+tt
said you a ho, gotta get on your knees
i’m in the cut like a knife in the knee
i’m in the coupe like a thief in the night
left me a b+tch and i swerved to the right
[verse 1: robb bank$]
n+gga, i’m up top, let’s keep it a stack
f+ck on the oxys, we keepin’ it black
gah, b+tch, shut the f+ck up
i ain’t even much tryna hear all that
i stay on her mind, her head in my lap
n+gga, i’ll f+ck your ho and announce it
b+tch, i get the syrup from a fountain
tell that n+gga to call my accountant, p+ssy
yeah, eight hundred k to deposit
these n+ggas, they hatin’, despise me (b+tch)
tell them n+ggas to come out the closet, n+gga
yeah, she say you zesty, spicy, p+ssy
you know that type of n+gga that do [?]
i don’t know how, n+gga, i just do it, b+tch
i redid the chain and wrapped the benz
i got hoes to block and blocks to benz
b+tt lifts to buy, her body did
more juice than who shot rod and mans
you need me, we on gresham
[?] egyptian
f+ckin’ your b+tch the only f+ck i’m givin’
ho go to h+ll, we keepin’ it christian, b+tch

[verse 2: anycia]
huh, real fine sh+t, i think you’ll crash out about it
i know you ain’t ’bout it, ’bout it
p+ssy poppin’ in ferraris
speedin’ fast in trackiana
gettin’ top in the bahamas
louis v [?] where i sh+t
i know she ain’t celibate
i know she gon’ sell a bit
get the money, make it flip
f+ckin’ up, gon’ make me trip
top me up straight off the rip
top me up and make me scream
[?] make these n+ggas fiends
give me money, buy me things
drip me down in new celine
really think you b+tches green
really think you n+ggas lame
talk a lot, don’t know the game
if you smart, then give me brain
[chorus: anycia]
b+tches be basic
n+gga be mad ’cause he know i’m impatient
give me the d+ck when i want it, ain’t waitin’
you can come over, but you cannot stay here
i want the money, the jewelry, the backend
you wanna f+ck on a b+tch from the back end
steady gettin’ money, these b+tches be lackin’
i’ll send a f+ck n+gga packin’
facetime, show me the pack in
brand new jeep with a kit with a b+tch in the front
robb in the back with a glock and it’s tucked
said you a ho, gotta show me your b+tt
said you a ho, gotta get on your knees
i’m in the cut like a knife in the knee
i’m in the coupe like a thief in the night
left me a b+tch and i swerved to the right (b+tch)

[outro: anycia]
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
b+tch

- evilgiane anycia robb bank lyrics

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