Diary of a Mad b*tch lyrics

[Chorus: Bibi Bourelly]
This is what you wanted, huh?
It's up for you, bro!
I'm tired of you b*tch-ass n*ggas always lyin' and sh*t, n*gga!
Well, I'll bring the b*tch out!
I gave you sage or rage!
You want this kind of smoke?
Well, here you go, motherf*cker!
Yeah, you was out here, really doin' you
When you got ya rocks off, got ya rocks off
b*tch, I'm out here, really doin' me
I'ma-I'ma pop off, f*ckin' pop off
You ain't think twice 'bout it when you did me dirty, n*gga
You don't deserve me, you don't deserve me

[Verse 1: Rapsody]
Hurt dogs holla, all the fed-up b*tches bark (Woof!)
And n*ggas 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 pus*y like she Dr. Ruth
'Bout to blow my roof; the lyrical juicе
This the diary of a mad b*tch
Fed up with a dude—n*gga, f*ck you (f*ck 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 b*tch about b*tches who drop they britches for listens
Morticians how you been baggin' bodies
Ambitions of cheatin' n*ggas
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
b*tch, I'm out here, really doin' me
I'ma-I'ma pop off, f*ckin' pop off
You ain't think twice 'bout it when you did me dirty, n*gga
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 f*ck
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yep!

[Verse 2: Rapsody]
You gon' make the quiet b*tch turn up like the crazy one (Ooh)
Step out, turnin' heads on you n*ggas just like you Conway
When a real one talkin', b*tch, shut the f*ck up—you don't know me
And I'm tired of lyin' n*ggas—save that cryin' sh*t for Taraji
I'm too raw for Jodys and young n*ggas 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 f*ck up?
Middle finger to the feds usin' our lyrics—that's some b*tch sh*t
On my Shyne sh*t, 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 p*ssed off at Nip's killer, b*tch
And any brother that kill another brother—that's b*tch
When it comes to the music industry, b*tch, I'm fed up
Y'all lazy with this sh*t—everything look cookie cutter
We seen enough ass—that sh*t ain't special no more
It's like breathin' and takin' a bath—it's some everyday sh*t
Too many of y'all ain't gave y'all respect to Lil' Kim
'Cause if we really talkin', she the queen b*tch of this sh*t
[Chorus: Bibi Bourelly]
Yeah, you was out here, really doin' you
When you got ya rocks off, got ya rocks off
b*tch, I'm out here, really doin' me
I'ma-I'ma pop off, f*ckin' pop off
You ain't think twice 'bout it when you did me dirty, n*gga
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 f*ck
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?