Dear Diary

[Intro]

Shy!

[Verse]

Super duper lit now

Call up my mummy job, quick, tell her quit now

Talk yo shit

With my belly and my tongue out

They wanna taste my milkshake, bring the boys out

Know what that noise 'bout

Don't ask me no questions

'Bout who be the hottest

When you got it, you got it

If you copy, you not it

Counterfeit mamis, where you got it, you got it

My body feel so poppin'

My energy is so strong, it do the hater blocking

Protect from weapons that's formed by any

Goon or goblin, it's really not an option

Mask on, mask off, real nigga, face off

Who gon' let them things bark?

Who gon' hit the asphalt?

Junglepussy task force, know we got it

Gotta test them niggas so you know who really poppin'

Real life kicks in once the tweeting stop

Your wi-fi ain't working

We heard about the things you did to earn that Birkin

How many reblogs was it? Baby was it worth it?

Ain't nothin' like a couple likes to make you feel perfect

Ain't nothin' like a couple vines of Fefe Dobson twerking

R. Kelly lurking, I got tabloids taking pics

JP napping on Jill Scott's tits

And she be dreaming about making hits

Reflecting all up in the mirror

God made me so perfect

Just to stunt straight flex on the fellas who curved it

If you don't want me, you're a liar, dude or are you just nervous

Some relationships are cute but some serve no purpose

And my flow so smooth like I'm talking in cursive

And my records got groove like I'm jamming with Curtis

Mayfield, straight peel right after I swerve it

Right after I burn it

Don't want my new boo to be a rapper

Rather a nerd or an African actor

I keep my crib full of love and laughter

But sometimes a girl just wants her booty smacked up

While my hair wrapped up, I still be looking good

Wake up next to me and you gon' get that morning wood

I know you think you could, I'm in the wish-a-nigga-woods

My first love is good pussy, fresh Backwoods

Light it up

This beat make me want in-studio gymnastics

I should hire dude acrobats to do backflips

So I could stare at their nutsacks while I'm rapping

And I can barely stop mi ass cheeks dem from clapping

Oh, no! Booty poppin' syndrome

Ohhh, mi dear!

[Outro: Spoken]

It's not just about wanting it

Where ya vision?

What do you see?

For yaself and

Those around you

I know what I want

And I know what I don't want

Everyone has desires

I'm creating my own world

I reside in a realm of my own

Yet I still know

How to coexist amongst the many others

I look at all the successful ppl in the world

Feeling more sure of myself than ever

Nothing is impossible to me

There was a thin line between

Being blessed and success

Now that shit is a blurr....