Bitter broads (interlude)
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Bitter broads (interlude) Lyrics
Bitter broads (interlude) by Field Mob
friends.I don't know why yall f**kin with his lame ass anywayz.Smoke ain't no
muthaf**kin' betta,every time call he ain't answering his muthaf**kin'
phone.And b**ch what's that telling you f**k that muthaf**ker,they out on the
road on tour f**kin' b**ches doin' this doin' that,them muthaf**ker's ain't got
time for yall yall local b**ches.OKAY.I can't hate cuz when his ass come home I
be ready to f**k the sh*t out his black ass.Playin' no games niggaz ain't never
there,phone allwayz ringing,it's a nother b**ch at all times.It's allwayz
that's just my friend.Whatever nigga that b**ch sayin' "I'm on my way",
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