Field Mob - Bitter Broads lyrics

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Field Mob - Bitter Broads 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 yall f**in with his lame a** anywayz.Smoke ain't no Muthaf**in' betta,every time call he ain't answering his muthaf**in' Phone.And b**h what's that telling you f** that muthaf**er,they out on the Road on tour f**in' b**hes doin' this doin' that,them muthaf**er's ain't got Time for yall yall 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***as ain't never There,phone allwayz ringing,it's a nother b**h at all times.It's allwayz That's just my friend.Whatever n***a that b**h sayin' "I'm on my way"