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• Artiste: Rapsody
• Titre: Diary Of A Mad Bitch
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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?