**a/n: i hate kreayshawn. let's just get this out in the open. but
this song has been stuck in my head all day. kinda like a theme song for
my university. fuckin rich bitches.**
one big room, full of bad bitches.
and we stunting like gucci gucci, louis louis, fendi fendi, prada. basic bitches wear that shit so i don't even bother.
gucci gucci, louis louis fendi fendi, prada-- the basic bitches wear that shit, so i don't even bother. i put that on my partner, i put that on my family. oakland city representer-- address me as your majesty. yeah, you can kiss the ring, but you can never touch the crown. i smoke a million swisher blunts and i ain't never coming down. bitch, you ain't no barbie, i see you work at arby's. number 2, super-sized, hurry up i'm starving. gnarly, radical; on the block i'm magical. see me at your college campus, baggie full of adderalls. call me if you need a fix, call me if you need a boost. see them other chicken heads? they don't never leave the coop. i'm in the coupe cruising, i got the stolen plates. serving all the fiends over there by the golden gate bridge. i'm colder than the fridge and the freezer. i'm snatching all your bitches at my leisure.
gucci gucci, louis louis, fendi fendi, prada. basic bitches wear that shit so i don't even bother.
gucci gucci, louis louis, fendi fendi, prada. i'm looking like madonna but i'm flossing like ivana trump. you know i keep that work in my trunk, got my hand on the pump if you wanna press your luck. i'm yelling 'free v-nasty' til my throat is raspy. young, rich and flashy i be where the cash be-- you can't find that? i think you need a google map. my pearl handled kitty cat will leave and press your noodle back. now google that. groupies follow me like twitter; i'm rolling up my catnip and shittin gin your litter. why you looking bitter? i be looking better. the type of bitch that make you wish that you ain't never met her. the editor, director plus i'm my own boss. so posh, nails fierce with the gold gloss which means nobody getting over me i got the swag and it's pumping out my ovaries.
one big room, full of bad bitches.
gucci gucci, louis louis, fendi fendi, prada. basic bitches wear that shit so i don't even bother.
oh, all you basic ass hoes out there; man, i got rooms full of bad bitches. they don't need gucci, the don't need louis. we swaggin'.
lyrical fitness
A long-time music lover who likes to share her genre-and-era-jumping playlists with the internet at large, even though only she reads them in the end.