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it's over - ca$hianie, rabid ratish & dolly liaa lyrics

[verse 1: ca$hianie]
if*if you f*ck with us
you know that we gon come through
cashianie on the track
and i came to end your crew
talking ’bout those streams
and they don’t even know you
’boutta laugh up in your face
cause b*tch you just been through (uh)
my mug tea, you f*ck with it
you like me though, and you stalking it
you talk sh*t, that’s irrelevant
you’s a flop hoe, get over it
you bot streams for validation
b*tch, you on our d*ck
goes all of that fixation
saying who’s with me? not the whole nation
fix them t**th cause they need a transformation
i came to make it clear
and ya man touchin’ my rhea
and these b*tches nowhere near
probably saying slurs i fear
and i for sure, don’t mix my race
like shata here, let’s make that clear
i ain’t f*ckin’ with you b*tch, botting sh*t
it’s what you do, b*tch, you’re through
b*tches mad they wanna start a problem
they go and hide when they had enough
you wanna call more, but you lose every time
got none behind your back, cause i’m everything you lack
too busy vaping, you can’t brush your t**th
go wash them hoes, i can tell that sh*t reek
too busy talkin’, like you can’t f*ck with us
maybe look at you, and baby look at me
i’m everything you’re not
and baby, you a flop
baby, i’m on top
like hoe you been mopped
[verse 2: rabid ratish]
(yeah)
(rabid ratish b*tch)
(uh)
i eat these hoes up like it’s dinner or lunch (yummy)
and you keep running your mouth, b*tch, ya gonna get punched (bow bow)
you stay on my p*ssy, b*tch, you’re a f*ckin’ munch
i’m pretty, you mad, i got ya panties in a bunch
starvin’ ass b*tch got no food on the table (brokie)
that’s why everybody ugly in ya f*ckin’ label (ugly ass b*tches)
now you a broke ass b*tch, can’t even afford cable (broke broke)
“tranny tranny tranny,” b*tch you acting disabled
take that stick out ya ass, and go brush ya t**th, b*tch
got 12 different accents, need to fix ya speech, b*tch
and you stay on my ass, on my f*ckin’ georgia peach, b*tch
i don’t gotta say my name, but it’s queen ratish, b*tch

[hook: ca$hianie]
don’t gotta say my name but you know it, can’t copy flows
oh yeah, we been know dis, saying all this sh*t
not evident, not one bit
now look at you, oh baby don’t try it
try it
yeah
baby, don’t try it
baby
oh baby don’t try it
[verse 3: dolly liaa]
(dolly!)
you doxx my sh*t, call me the fake b*tch
i played your game once, you a f*ck ass b*tch
you copy me, b*tch, i’m your master
i ate you up, b*tch, call me–
spit some bars, let’s see who’s faster
you can’t rap, so you call it satire
miss becky, the queen of satire
but b*tch, you lookin’ like a flat tire
you need a job, but who would hire?
music career, b*tch, you is fired!
kylie the rat is a broke ass b*tch
ripped off everything, even the tits
your broke ass friends try and suck my d*ck
but you’re out here giving make*a*wish
sharta crumbl cookie, b*tch don’t got no p*ssy
don’t come for me when your booty*loosey
your face card, b*tch, it’s giving horror movie
y’all broke ass b*tches smelling like dookie
broke ass b*tches don’t f*ck with me
(you’re a nasty ass b*tch)
broke ass b*tches don’t f*ck with me
(don’t try to f*ck with me, b*tch)

[hook: ca$hianie]
don’t gotta say my name but you know it, can’t copy flows
oh yeah, we been know dis, saying all this sh*t
not evident, not one bit
now look at you, oh baby don’t try it
try it
yeah
baby don’t try it
[outro: ca$hianie]
uh huh, yeah, and all these b*tches wanna keep trying it (f*ckin’ loser ass b*tches)
yeah, you do not wanna try the queen of flop, b*tch
miss rabid ratish ho (queen of flop b*tch)
you f*ckin’ h0m*phobic ass b*tch (keep being jealous b*tch)
lemme laugh, get the f*ck out

- cahianie rabid ratish dolly liaa lyrics

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