Dosha — It Takes A Bitch

So you're the b*tch that told the b*tch that
I'm a b*tch
Well, listen, b*tch, funny thing about that s*it
Everything in your throat comes back to fit
You talk all day, you stir that pot
You know my business better than
I do,, stop, got a whole damn town
Repeating that s*it
But you forgot one thing when you let it slip
If you know so much
Why didn't you know this
It takes a b*tch to know a b*tch
Yeah, that's exactly what this is
You saw yourself inside my shadow, now you're bothered by the mess
Point that finger, talk your s*it, curse my name