Stop with the fucking dramatics

I done had it up to here

Let me get this shit straight

Let me get this shit clear

You get all ass hurt

Saying you been crying

All odd hours of night

Saying I’m the one hurting your feelings

But you’re the one starting all the fights

I gave you all the things I could

But all you did was take me for granted

You bullshitted me from the beginning

And now you say

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That’s not how you planned it

Chorus: Bitches need to recognize

Bitches need to put on the brakes

I’m sick of all the petty lies

I’m sick of all your twisted lines

Bitch you need to recognize

Bitch you need to get your mind straight

Let me tell you bottom line

I’m putting on all the brakes

I gave you all the things I could

I treated you like a fucking queen

Not saying you owe me a damn thing

But at least give me some fucking respect

At least show me that you appreciate

All the fucking shit I do

I tried to make you fucking happy

But it’s fucking clear to see

Nothings fucking good enough for you

Now I understand the shit that niggas say

About bitches and their childish ways

I’ll never date another bitch

I’ll never shed another tear

I’ll never feel miserable another fucking day

Chorus: Bitches…

Fuck all these silly tricks

I’m going right back to dick

Fuck all these lying slits

I’m going right back to dick

Fuck all the dramatics

I done fucking had it

You’re just a fucking sad sight to see

Always moping around with a sad fucking face

What the fuck you think this is?

Some type of fairytale place?

This is life so fucking get used to it

You get a few bumps in the road

And you’re too fucking stupid to go around

Look at you sitting there

Fear and loathing seething in self-hate

Ain’t never smiling

Just looking like a fucking stupid clown

Chorus: Bitches…