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mean - basic lyrics

[verse 1: mean]
i put in work / i get paid
no compet-tion / i’ve been great
i go hard for that pound cake
these basic b-tches just love to hate
no gucci, no prada but still i’m dressed in designer
i kop my sneaks from boutiques
you kop your sh-t from foot locker, b-tch
still imma clap back on these wack cats
and i drop bombs when i hijack
this is war not in iraq / imma snap necks
never cooked crack from the pyrex
but i cook crack with my rat pack
and we bout dat
gettin’ cheddar / stackin paper / f-ck a hater
now k!ll ‘em with the whole crew
you ain’t never been about it, nah
and i doubt it, cuh
so come and tell me what you gon’ do
let’s face it, you basic
stay broke ‘cos you’re never gonna make it
i made it / no airplay
stay six feet underground / dead heat
think you “been trill” but we know that you fake it
all of this cake on me, homie, i baked it
cut off a slice and i’m still gonna make it
been on a diet, workout just to stay fit
no basics, it’s only luxury when it comes to me
don’t envy me / i’m the mvp
i’m everything that you wanna be (sh-t)
homie, i done did what you hoped to
still sip juice, let it hang loose
still spit truth when i’m in the booth

[chorus]
‘cos you a basic b-tch
you a – you a basic b-tch (no doubt)
‘cos you a basic b-tch
you a – you a basic b-tch (d-mn right)
‘cos you a basic b-tch
you a – you a basic b-tch (i said it)
‘cos you a basic b-tch
you a – you a basic b-tch (‘cos i don’t f-cks with no)

basic, basic, basic (b-tches) x 4

[verse 2: mean]
you basic and i’m complex
no magazine in my contacts
stay independent / no contracts
fresh to death ‘cos i’m all that
push the crack / now you on that
you basic b-tches better fall back
stand down / it’s a man down
hands down / b-tch, who got the best sound
you a clown hoe and you basic
now get down low ‘cos the b-ss sick
let’s pop the bottle get wasted
drink till the last drop / don’t waste it
party all night and i don’t wanna stop
we causing a ruckus / they calling the cops
all of these b-tches they come in the flock
hand ‘em the bread / they go straight for the c-ck
top of the food chain and on my wrist i got 2 chains
don’t sniff but i spit that cocaine
propane / bust flames when i’m insane
you lame and you know you got no game
i came, i soar and i conquered
you came, you lost and you b-tt hurt
i know, you know that i got work
you b-tches look the same
and it’s driving me insane
i just wanna stack the paper
‘cos i wanna make it rain
better grab an umbrella ‘cos i’m stackin’ my bread up
there is no propaganda
but this is v for vendetta, snitch

[chorus]

[verse 3: deeranae]
you basic b-tches, get out of my face
you’re suffocating my personal sp-ce
you think you bad? you big disgrace
trippin’ hard / b-tch, tie your shoe laces
can’t buy my cl-ss, i’m in the fast lane
yeah, you’ve got money but i’ve got game
i’m stunting with the big boys / b-tch, you a lame
‘cos i’m the baddest b-tch / i can’t be tamed
i’m red riding from the hood-hood
basket full of good-good
my man’s in the mood-mood
feed him with my junk food (hah!)
you know how he love that
i’m on another level / watchu know, brat?
i don’t f-ck with basics / you should know that
you unoriginal / you a copycat
you don’t belong, girl / stay in your habitat
cat got your tongue? / i’m a bad p-ssycat
what if you’ve got what it takes?
what if you’ve got expensive taste?
you think that you’re all that? b-tch behave
you can never hold it down like i do anyways
once you’re basic, you can’t go back
b-tch you fake it and that’s a fact
you tryna compete me with the sh-t you bought?
don’t talk to me about it ‘cos you know i’ve got
ysl on my lips, designer on my hips
get down with the beats as i come with the hits (heat)
hot like the hamasaki’s in milan
watch the baddest strut in her isabel marant
see me walk my talk / you know i’ve got my own
independent like azalea working for my louboutins
now b-tch, be gone
excuse me while i be sitting on my throne

[chorus]

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