Field Mob - Bitter Broads (Interlude) lyrics

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Field Mob - Bitter Broads (Interlude) lyrics

Gurl f** that n***a, Sean, he ain't bout sh** anyway Allwayz with them b**h a** friends I don't know why y'all f**in' with his lame a** anywayz Smoke ain't no muthaf**in' betta every time call he ain't answering His muthaf**in' road on tour f**in' b**hes doin' this doin' that them muthaf**er's ain't got phone And b**h what's that telling you f** that muthaf**er they out on the time for y'all y'all local b**hes, okay I can't hate 'cuz when his a** come home I be ready to f** the sh** out his black a** Playin' no games n***az ain't never that's just my friend Whatever n***a that b**h sayin', "I'm on my way" There phone allwayz ringing it's another b**h at all times, it's allwayz