Bitter

Album: Still Over It (2021)
Charted: 48 25
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  • Mmm, mmm, mmm (better stop playin' with me)
    (Bitch better stop playin' with me)
    Bitter, oh, mad at me, mad at my nigga (better stop playin' with me)
    (Better stop playin' with me)
    Mmm

    Bitter, yeah, mad at me, mad at my nigga
    Mad at the fact he ain't witchu
    Mad at the fact that it's me
    But this shit bigger than me and you alone
    So why you puttin' on for the Shade Room and Insta'?
    Bitches just be lookin' for attention

    Trust me, you can get it (get it)
    Pull up whenever, whenever, you know I'm with it
    Don't get it twisted
    Nothin' like none of these bitches
    But sometimes I get in my feelings
    Sometimes I know I be trippin' (trippin')
    But why these hoes all in our business?
    How he don't care 'bout his children? (How he don't care?)
    How he's supposed to be there? Y'all won't let him get 'em ('posed to be there)
    How you posted like that on the 'Gram for a thousand?
    I bet you can't post a picture (bet you can't, bet you can't)
    Wonderin' if you even know this bitch, for real
    London, did you screw this bitch for real?
    Baby on her groupie shit, for real (ah)
    And I know she thought she struck when she let a nigga fuck
    Man, that bitch is lookin' stuck (stuck as fuck)
    And I bet you when you came that she thought she came up
    Now that bitch is feelin' dumb (I bet your bitch feelin' dumb)
    She prolly thought it came with a million (came with a million)
    She prolly thought you'd change how she livin'
    Prolly thought that dick came with the fame and the riches

    Bitter (bitter)
    Mad at me, mad at my nigga
    Mad at the fact he ain't witchu
    Mad at the fact that it's me
    But this shit bigger than me and you alone
    So why you puttin' on for the Shade Room and Insta'?
    Bitch just be lookin' for attention

    Bitter baby mama
    Always point her finger at a nigga, whenever it's a problem
    Always put the blame on a nigga instead of tryna solve it
    Always wanna gossip, her and her frenemy talkin'
    But whatever they be sayin' ain't 'bout shit (they ain't 'bout shit)
    Thinkin' niggas supposed to pay for they outfit
    Gettin' her nails and feet done and her hair did
    Yeah, you a ain't shit bitch
    Claim you independent but you ain't did shit
    Live in Section 8 and still can't pay rent, mm-mm (better stop playin' with me)
    You a ain't shit bitch
    Send your children with your mama and you ain't raised shit
    But you want that child support, what you think this is? Oh (better stop playin' with me)
    Just because you let him smash that don't mean he ever knew ya (better stop playin' with me)
    Just 'cause y'all got a past, that don't mean y'all got a future (better stop playin' with me)
    This mine for life (for life)
    No switchin' sides (switchin' sides)
    We ride or die, and that's why I know you

    Bitter (bitter)
    Mad at me, mad at my nigga
    Mad at the fact he ain't witchu
    Mad at the fact that it's me
    But this shit bigger than me and you alone
    So why you puttin' on for the Shade Room and Insta'?
    Bitch just be lookin' for attention

    (Better stop playin' with me)
    (Bitch better stop playin' with me)

    Well, Summer Walker, you know I been seein'
    You know, all the bullshit that's been goin' on with you today
    And, you know, I don't know if the rumors are true
    I don't know, I don't care, it's not my business, but if it is true
    Don't let bitches, like, make-
    Don't let them feel like they have a one-up by destroying your moment
    By fucking telling your business to the world
    On some, "Haha, yeah, I'ma do it on purpose, I'ma do it spitefully"
    Do it your own way and do it beautifully, do it special
    If you are pregnant and everything, say it in a beautiful way in your music
    Say why you, you know, decided to be with your nigga
    Even though y'all have problems, put that drama in your music, yeah
    'Cause if bitches wanna get clout off you, you gon' get clout off them
    And you gonna put that shit in your music
    Say some shit like, "I got my own fuckin' money"
    Make them bitches feel hurt, hit them bitches where it hurt
    And put that shit in your music and make money off it in your music
    Fuck these hoes Writer/s: Amaire Carter Johnson, Arsenio Umberto Archer, Aubrey Robinson, Belcalis Almanzar, Derez De'shon, Jhene Aiko Chilombo, London Tyler Holmes, Sean Garrett, Summer Marjani Walker
    Publisher: ASSET DISTRIBUTION, LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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