Diary Of A Mad Bitch feat. Bibi Bourelly

歌詞

This is what you wanted, huh? It's up for you, bro! I'm tired of you bitch-ass niggas always lyin' and shit, nigga! 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 ya rocks off, got ya rocks off Bitch, I'm out here, really doin' me I'ma-I'ma pop off, fuckin' pop off You ain't think twice 'bout it when you did me dirty, nigga You don't deserve me, you don't deserve me Hurt dogs holla, all the fed-up bitches bark (Woof!) And niggas got a nerve to play confused (Roof!) I got a attitude-all you had to do was tell the truth Talkin' sex wit' ya 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-nigga, fuck you (Fuck you!) (Save that for yo' other...) You don't wanna become my enemy Talkin' to my maker-God, please protect my energy Yeah, I'm a bitch about bitches who drop they britches for listens Morticians how you been baggin' bodies Ambitions of cheatin' niggas Tuition for intuition. You playin' games wit' my feelin's Too grown, singin', "I don't need nobody" like Muni Long Yeah, you was out here, really doin' you When you got ya rocks off, got ya rocks off Bitch, I'm out here, really doin' me I'ma-I'ma pop off, fuckin' pop off You ain't think twice 'bout it when you did me dirty, nigga 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 (Ooh) Step out, turnin' heads on you niggas 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' niggas-save that cryin' shit for Taraji I'm too raw for Jodys and young niggas who only text with emojis; big egos You make it way too easy for RICO How you had 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 brother that kill another brother-that's bitch When it comes to the music industry, bitch, I'm fed up Y'all lazy with this shit- everything look cookie cutter We seen enough ass-that shit ain't 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 ya rocks off, got ya rocks off Bitch, I'm out here, really doin' me I'ma-I'ma pop off, fuckin' pop off You ain't think twice 'bout it when you did me dirty, nigga 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? C'mon, what's up? This is what you wanted, huh? Yeah, okay! What's up?