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hidemen - basic bitches كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1: hu$$y]
ion really give a f-ck
basic b-tches really wanna suck
trippin’, tryna be a bug
dominoes out my luck
“basic b-tches”, (don’t they realise that?)
mirror it face it
slow it down pace it
now i’m f-cking wasted
we ain’t f-cking with no b-tches
tell em, “don’t pick it up” (yet)
drop it low, with that peaches
tell em, “don’t f-ck it up” (wet)
i ain’t really playing games

justin:
uh bro, i think a bit problem uh..

[verse 2: qush jr]
purple crunchie, tighter than a bar, man
we just chillin’ and plucking strings on a d-mn guitar, man
i ain’t really f-ckin’ with no b-tches, that’s a start, man
skrt-in on these b-tches i don’t, i don’t really give a f-ck, yuh
tired of playing games, i done really had enough of
feeling so insane when you take a couple puffs, to
get sh-t out yo brains and you spending all them bucks, for
things to stay the same, yeah, it really kinda sucks, bruh

[verse 3: mattgnaw]
basic b-tches tryna f-ck with the crew (yuh)
i ain’t care bout all of that
imma run till i lose (what, what)
basic b-tches tryna f-ck with the crew (yuh)
i ain’t care bout all of that (yuh)
imma run till i lose, till i lose (till i lose)

[verse 4: qush jr & mattgnaw]
and they really tryna holla (tryna holla)
yeah, they see my bread
and they just really want my dolla (really want my dolla)
pumpin’ business got me lookin’ william rockefeller (aye)
you know i am the prince
but she is not my cinderella (yeah, yeah, b-tch) (yuh, yuh)
countin’ up, b-tch, aye yuh (countin’ out, countin’ out)
stackin’ this brick, aye b-tch (stack, stack, stack, stack, yuh)
start it up rev it out yuh (start it, start it, vroom vroom)
hit the drive on the road yah (skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt)

[verse 5: wira munir]
i ride round
i ride round
i ride round (skrt, skrt!)
i don’t f-ck with no basic b-tches around the town (nah)
everybody be faking sh-t, they faking it (they fake!)
everybody be sucking it, they be suckin’ d-ck (cogkollogl)
i, pull up and go
i, see her and go (okay)
don’t condone with the blow
b-tches curving their bros
so i, see them and go (dash, dash)
they, shoot and scoot (pew, pew, pew)
i, loot that b-tch
while she sucks my, (d-ck!)

[verse 6: hilmi]
hidemen spitting fire , we are pyrokinesis
our bars can move you, like its telekinesis (pow pow)
we don’t try to fit into the motherf-cking mainstream (f-ck that)
we’re nefelibatas unlike those b-tches who basic (basic
b-tches)
i think i diagnosed myself with cirrhosis (imma die)
intoxicate myself with too much martell (no flex)
d-mn too many fake friend can you hear those hisses? (like a python)
they’d stab me in the back so i stick to my cartel

[verae 7: hu$$y & qush jr]
we ain’t f-cking with no b-tches
tell em, “don’t pick it up”
drop it low, with that peaches
tell em, “don’t f-ck it up”
we ain’t f-cking with no b-tches
tell em, “don’t pick it up”
drop it low, with that peaches
tell em, “don’t f-ck it up”
b-tches want the stack
i might want the rack (want the rack, sh-t)
i ain’t lacking back
all i’m droppin’ is facts (facts, facts, facts, facts, facts)
let em be while they curve
gotta say they have the nerve
now i gotta f-ckin’ serve
tell em b-tches, “feel my girth”!

[outro: hu$$y]
basic b-tches can’t compensate
for what i make
b-tches wanna f-ck with the clique
i told em stay away
we just tryna thrive
b-tches tryna end the drive
that ain’t gon make me soft
turn the ignition off

b-tches wanna f-ck, b-tches wanna f-ck

- hidemen

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