Diary of a Mad Bitch
[Chorus: Bibi Bourelly]
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
[Verse 1: Rapsody]
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' sеx wit' ya old pussy like she Dr. Ruth
'Bout to blow my roof; the lyrical juicе
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
[Chorus: Bibi Bourelly]
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
[Post-Chorus: Bibi Bourelly]
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yep!
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yep!
I don't give a fuck
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yep!
[Verse 2: Rapsody]
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
[Chorus: Bibi Bourelly]
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
[Post-Chorus: Bibi Bourelly]
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yep!
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yep!
I don't give a fuck
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yep!
[Outro]
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?