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kassidy miles - clap back lyrics

[verse 1]
only 17 with a bag on me
got some money and now ho’s want to act funny
b+tch, don’t never call me yo’ d+mn cousin
i’ll step you ho’s out at the family reunion
big sh+t talker match the pockets
been getting money, ho’s is phony
if a b+tch get to talking sl!ck, i got it
i’ll sl!ck back and pony so+called homie
you wish i’d throw you ho’s under the bus
you could never be regina george, you bum
you givin’ gretchen, karen
just play your role
i sit sunny+sided and watch the shows from the flo’
4.0, honor role
my music taking off, yeah, i’m on a roll
side hoe is what you play in the show
i’m the main character, watch the credits unfold
ain’t new to this
you need a beautician
this a new edition, new era, new mission
transmission real low, five percent you know
all in your face, i can see you fill yo’ nose
get your bm ’cause she wish she was me
she probably should just stick to plan b
clearblue with the positive read
she in pain, but, she kneeing her baby, you see
disfunctional, short bundles, ghetto ho’s with the frontals
lazies, small d+cks
in the closet, but, talking that you want to hit
trust me, you don’t want to see me get messy
i’ll spread it all out and not forget ’bout the berries
come get yo n+gga he poppin’ her cherry
he want to f+ck me but i’m down for my one
clap backs, snap backs, all i know
when you grew up this way it’s like second nature
constantly surrounded by all the haters
it’s about d+mn time that i let it go
flow crazy, wavy
body a ten
thuggin’ all in the back seat of the benz
city life livin’ and you can’t relate
pick up the phone, the anklet is callin’
bad b+tch, yeah, i’m never stallin’
if i said i would then it’s on sight
it’s a bad party
revin’ big harley’s
(bad+party, big+big)
ain’t the youngest but doin’ it
ho’s is losing and provin’ it
i could school you and her too
but, comprehension ain’t used to you
everybody get silent ’cause asses shakin’ in circles
yeah, all you hear is hard breathing ’cause f+ck it up is repeating
we got secret love diary, first album out
pop b+tches in a drought, water they mouth
we getting in hip+hop and rapping in out
put the feelings in the music, make a bag while you at it
doing it big and everybody got notified
beatified my presence now my fan base exploded
posed on all my opps
megan said “touch yo’ toes” (pose)
steady countin’ “one, two, three”
i’m the rock and you b+tches can’t even see me
ah

- kassidy miles lyrics

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