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
Baby, we are the same
B*tch to b*tch
Welcome to the party, you'll be a perfect fit
You told her and then she told them
Run in your mouth, just gossip
And now everybody got an opinion on the life that isn't mine
You keep passing stories like church, communion, wine
But gossip ain't a religion just because you give it life
So you're the b*tch that told the b*tch that
I'm a b*tch