Bitter Broads lyrics
by Trick Daddy
Gurl f*ck that n*gga sean he ain't bout sh*t anyway.Allwayz with them b*tch ass
Friends.I don't know why yall f*ckin with his lame ass anywayz.Smoke ain't no
Muthaf*ckin' betta,every time call he ain't answering his muthaf*ckin'
Phone.And b*tch what's that telling you f*ck that muthaf*cker,they out on the
Road on tour f*ckin' b*tches doin' this doin' that,them muthaf*cker's ain't got
Time for yall yall local b*tches.OKAY.I can't hate cuz when his ass come home I
Be ready to f*ck the sh*t out his black ass.Playin' no games n*ggas ain't never
There,phone allwayz ringing,it's a nother b*tch at all times.It's allwayz
That's just my friend.Whatever n*gga that b*tch sayin' "I'm on my way"