Diary Of A Mad Bitch (feat. Bibi Bourelly)

This is what you wanted, huh?

It's up for you, bro

I'm tired of you bitch-ass **** always lying and shit, ****

Well, I'll bring the bitch out

I gave you sage or rage

You want this kind of smoke, well here you go, motherfucker

Yeah, you was out here really doin' you

When you got your rocks off, got your rocks off

Bitch, I'm out here really doin' me

I'ma, I'ma pop off, fuckin' pop off

You ain't think twice about it when you did me dirty, ****

You don't deserve me, you don't deserve me

Hurt dogs holla, all the fed-up bitches bark, woof

And **** gotta nerve to play confused, woof

I got a attitude, all you had to do was tell the truth

Talking sex wit' your old pussy like she Dr. Ruth

'Bout to blow my roof, the lyrical juice

This the diary of a mad bitch

Fed up with a dude, "****, fuck you!" (Fuck you)

Save that for your other ****

You don't wanna become my enemy

Talkin' to my maker, "God, please protect my energy"

Yeah, I'ma bitch about bitches who dropped their britches for a listen

Morticians, how you been bagging bodies, ambitions of cheatin' ****

Tuition for intuition, you playing games with my feelings

Too grown, singing I don't need nobody like Muni Long

Yeah, you was out here really doin' you

When you got your rocks off, got your rocks off

Bitch, I'm out here really doin' me

I'ma, I'ma pop off, fuckin' pop off

You ain't think twice about it when you did me dirty, ****

You don't deserve me, you don't deserve me

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yep

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yep

I don't give a fuck

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yep

You gon' make the quiet bitch turn up like the crazy one

Step out, turnin' heads on you **** just like you Conway

When a real one talkin', bitch, shut the fuck up, you don't know me

And I'm tired of lyin' ****, save that cryin' shit for Taraji

I'm too raw for Jody's and young **** who only text wit' emojis

Big egos, you make it way too easy for RICCO

How you have the blueprint and the sequel and still fuck up?

Middle finger to the feds usin' our lyrics, that's some bitch shit

On my Shyne shit, like the president, how I pull up

Righteous, peace, peace but don't make the beast pull up

My brother, cousins, all of 'em crazy, don't make 'em pull up

Don't put me in a grave situation, this ain't the Thriller

And I'm still pissed off at Nip's killer, bitch!

And any other brother that kill another brother, that's bitch!

When it comes to the music industry, bitch, I'm fed up

Y'all lazy wit' this shit, everything look cookie cutter

We seen enough ass, that shit ain't even special no more

It's like breathin' and takin' a bath, it's some everyday shit

Too many of y'all ain't gave y'all respect to Lil' Kim

'Cause if we really talkin', she the Queen Bitch of this shit

Yeah, you was out here really doin' you

When you got your rocks off, got your rocks off

Bitch, I'm out here really doin' me

I'ma, I'ma pop off, fuckin' pop off

You ain't think twice about it when you did me dirty, ****

You don't deserve me, you don't deserve me

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yep

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yep

I don't give a fuck

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yep

This is what you wanted, huh?

It's up for you, bro

What's up? C'mon, what's up?