FIELD MOB lyrics : "Bitter Broads (Interlude)"
friends.I don't know why yall $#&@in with his lame $$# anywayz.Smoke ain't no
mutha$#&@in' betta,every time call he ain't answering his mutha$#&@in'
phone.And (*##$ what's that telling you $#&@ that mutha$#&@er,they out on the
road on tour $#&@in' (*##$es doin' this doin' that,them mutha$#&@er's ain't got
time for yall yall local (*##$es.OKAY.I can't hate cuz when his $$# come home I
be ready to $#&@ the %#@! out his black $$#.Playin' no games ^!$$%z ain't never
there,phone allwayz ringing,it's a nother (*##$ at all times.It's allwayz
that's just my friend.Whatever ^!$$% that (*##$ sayin' "I'm on my way",
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