CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Basic Needs
Ayy (Bitch)
No, you cannot hang with us (Let's go)
If I hit her, I'ma dip her, I'ma put her ankles up (Yeah)
If my daddy wasn't my daddy (Yeah), I would be be Ben Franklin son (Yeah)
We got sticks all in the whip, you'd thought we brought a tank or somethin'? (Okay)
Told that bitch that you ain't God, don't test me, I ain't got the time (Yeah)
How that bitch wanna molest me, but I'm not a child? (Yeah)
She said, "Baby, can you tell me when the last time you cried?"
I said, "Baby, lately, I ain't been feelin' nothing in a while" (Yeah)
And we still ride 'round with sticks
Playin' with gang, dig your own ditch
Bad ass bitch with her own place like to play games, love to suck dick (Yeah)
f*ck your gang and your whole clique
Bitch, ain't none of y'all on shit
f*ck that chain, nigga, f*ck a ring, I'll spend a hundred K on a hit (Yeah)
[Post-Chorus]
I want money, bitches, cars, clothes (Yeah)
Money, bitches, cars, clothes
I said money, bitches, cars, clothes (Yeah)
That's the basic needs, you know, just how life goes
I was fourteen years old, I asked daddy for a pole
Crazy thing about that shit, that nigga didn't wanna tell me no
This the gang time, bitch, throw your gang signs, bitch
I ball harder than a ho, on some hang time shit
Hit it, quit it, I might spin the blizzick, if I really miss it
Forgot to mention, bitch, we back in business, better pay attention
I'm a menace, like I'm Stewie Griffin, I ain't talking Dennis, get it?
I'm the best that ever did it, really, I should be in Guinness
Still ain't met no bitch I can trust, that should be invented (Yeah)
Riding 'round with sticks, it's a must, niggas tryna kill me (Yeah)
Why you keep pretending that you tough? You a f*ckin' kitty (Yeah)
Why you in my business? That shit sus, leave that to the women
Told that bitch that you ain't God, don't test me, I ain't got the time (Yeah)
How that bitch wanna molest me, but I'm not a child? (Yeah)
She said, "Baby, can you tell me when the last time you cried?"
I said, "Baby, lately, I ain't been feelin' nothing in a while" (Yeah)
And we still ride 'round with sticks
Playin' with gang, dig your own ditch
Bad ass bitch with her own place like to play games, love to suck dick (Yeah)
f*ck your gang and your whole clique
Bitch, ain't none of y'all on shit
f*ck that chain, nigga, f*ck a ring, I'll spend a hundred K on a hit (Yeah)
[Post-Chorus]
I want money, bitches, cars, clothes (Yeah)
Money, bitches, cars, clothes
I said money, bitches, cars, clothes (Yeah)
That's the basic needs, you know, just how life goes
No, you cannot hang with us (Let's go)
If I hit her, I'ma dip her, I'ma put her ankles up (Yeah)
If my daddy wasn't my daddy (Yeah), I would be be Ben Franklin son (Yeah)
We got sticks all in the whip, you'd thought we brought a tank or somethin'? (Okay)
Told that bitch that you ain't God, don't test me, I ain't got the time (Yeah)
How that bitch wanna molest me, but I'm not a child? (Yeah)
She said, "Baby, can you tell me when the last time you cried?"
I said, "Baby, lately, I ain't been feelin' nothing in a while" (Yeah)
And we still ride 'round with sticks
Playin' with gang, dig your own ditch
Bad ass bitch with her own place like to play games, love to suck dick (Yeah)
f*ck your gang and your whole clique
Bitch, ain't none of y'all on shit
f*ck that chain, nigga, f*ck a ring, I'll spend a hundred K on a hit (Yeah)
[Post-Chorus]
I want money, bitches, cars, clothes (Yeah)
Money, bitches, cars, clothes
I said money, bitches, cars, clothes (Yeah)
That's the basic needs, you know, just how life goes
I was fourteen years old, I asked daddy for a pole
Crazy thing about that shit, that nigga didn't wanna tell me no
This the gang time, bitch, throw your gang signs, bitch
I ball harder than a ho, on some hang time shit
Hit it, quit it, I might spin the blizzick, if I really miss it
Forgot to mention, bitch, we back in business, better pay attention
I'm a menace, like I'm Stewie Griffin, I ain't talking Dennis, get it?
I'm the best that ever did it, really, I should be in Guinness
Still ain't met no bitch I can trust, that should be invented (Yeah)
Riding 'round with sticks, it's a must, niggas tryna kill me (Yeah)
Why you keep pretending that you tough? You a f*ckin' kitty (Yeah)
Why you in my business? That shit sus, leave that to the women
Told that bitch that you ain't God, don't test me, I ain't got the time (Yeah)
How that bitch wanna molest me, but I'm not a child? (Yeah)
She said, "Baby, can you tell me when the last time you cried?"
I said, "Baby, lately, I ain't been feelin' nothing in a while" (Yeah)
And we still ride 'round with sticks
Playin' with gang, dig your own ditch
Bad ass bitch with her own place like to play games, love to suck dick (Yeah)
f*ck your gang and your whole clique
Bitch, ain't none of y'all on shit
f*ck that chain, nigga, f*ck a ring, I'll spend a hundred K on a hit (Yeah)
[Post-Chorus]
I want money, bitches, cars, clothes (Yeah)
Money, bitches, cars, clothes
I said money, bitches, cars, clothes (Yeah)
That's the basic needs, you know, just how life goes
