20 Ways To Know If You Are A Basic B-tch


If you recognize the young lady above, her name is Draya. She’s the inspiration of this blog post. For her story click HERE. Now, I will proceed.

 

20 Ways To Know If You’re A Basic Bitch

 

20) You’re easily impressed by jewelry, designer bags and shoes

 

19) You vow to ONLY date rappers and athletes

 

18) You spend your bill money on $2000 shoes

 

17) Your parent raises your child

 

16) You call OTHER women Basic B-tches

 

15) You judge men by what they wear and what they drive. Therefore attracting Basic N-ggas

 

14) You constantly change your phone number, not because of stalkers, but because you can’t pay the bill

 

13) You brag about things you can afford, leaving out that you haven’t paid your light bill

 

12) You leave your kids home alone at night so that you can go clubbing

 

11) You wear Christian Louboutins but you’re on food stamps

 

10) You refuse to work a real job because you “don’t like being told what to do”

 

9) You aspire to be a reality star

 

8) You think Waka Flocka is a sex symbol

 

9) You believe guys that wear suits are gay

 

8) No one knows you have 3 kids

 

7) All of your children have different fathers

 

6) You sleep with rappers and video directors to get in music videos

 

5) You brag about having a rapper’s phone number

 

4) You don’t have any female friends because “they hate too much!”

 

3) You send DM’s to celebrities on Twitter hoping they’ll take you to dinner

 

2) Your gas tank stays on E, but you find your way to the club every night

 

1) You abandon your child for days so that you can go sleep with guys in another city

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