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basic - rv lyrics

[intro]
g8
what you sayin’? drill’s simon cowell
rv

[chorus]
bad b’s only, can’t come to nizz if you’re basic
went jail hench and i came out skinny cah i couldn’t go gym on basic
glock 17 with infared beam, can’t buy the wap if it’s basic
if rap don’t work, i’ll hit that trap and take it all back to the basics
bad b’s only, can’t come to nizz if you’re basic
went jail hench and i came out skinny cah i couldn’t go gym on basic
glock 17 with infared beam, can’t buy the wap if it’s basic
if rap don’t work, i’ll hit that trap and take it all back to the basics

[verse 1]
i just came out of jail and girls been telling me they miss me lots
i was locked down for a year, doing cell workouts and drinking squash
had to go link my plug before i went and linked these thots
my stack big like goliath cah i’m like david, i sling these rocks
ten years back it was specialised bikes and a knife, tryna ching these opps
019 in the ride with shanks, big man don’t p-ss me off
how can you call that works? that ain’t no risky job
you ain’t never left your yard with a mask and an iron with sixteen shots
what do you know about stepping on violence and praying to god that you make it back?
no phone, just skengs in the ride, so no cell site can’t trace it back
got a soft spot for my side ting, she ain’t no basic yat
told her don’t ask no questions, if you love me, just take this bag
i don’t send no invoice, i want my sh-t paid in cash
promoters give me racks for a show and i put it all straight on waps
last year, it was tuna and oats, now it’s just steak and champs
from young i was doing up road, before i was making tracks

[verse 2]
if i don’t make it in rap, it’s straight to the trap and grinding for dough
90 on a m with my guys to a show or solo flying ’em o
before i ripped my first eight ball, i was in the t with nine of them o’s
i went jail for a year, came out, got fiends still dialing the phone
this bad b looking a ten, and i don’t mean the size of her clothes
i told her do it for the gang, i don’t like when hoes move shy with the bros
i put my ting in her bag when we’re on the ride with the chrome
what do you know ’bout taking a chase from jakes in a focus and tryna get home
i was on basic, no telly, free kash, free bradz, free velly
they’re my n-gg-s and they ride with me like nelly
bad b come to the niz for the d and i push it all up in her belly
skin come looking like peanut b-tter and her -rs- just shaking like jelly
got her in the kitchen, naked, told her make me a sandwich
can’t f-ck with a ting that’s basic, won’t get pipe unless she a bad b-tch
that’s eights, nines, tens, gotta be seven up, no canned drink
hit that ones then i’m ghost, gotta do it like james st. patrick

- rv lyrics

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