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Diary of a mad bitch

This is what you wanted, huh?
It's up for you, bro
I'm tired of you bitch-ass nigga always lying 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 your rocks off, got your rocks off
Bitch, I'm out here really doin' me
I'ma, I'ma pop off, fucking pop off
You ain't think twice about 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 nigga gotta nerve to play confused, woof
I got an attitude, all you had to do was tell the truth
Talking sex with 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, "Nigga, fuck you!" (Fuck you)
Save that for your other nigga
You don't wanna become my enemy
Talking 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 cheating nigga
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, fucking pop off
You ain't think twice about 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
Step out, turning heads on you nigga just like Conway
When a real one talking, bitch, shut the fuck up, you don't know me
And I'm tired of lying nigga, save that crying shit for Taraji
I'm too raw for Jody's and young nigga 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 using 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 breathing or taking 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 talking, 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, fucking pop off
You ain't think twice about 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?