Artie Billz - Broads Lyrics

I was getting some head
While I was counting some bread
From a bitch wit like 3 bags of hair in her head
Ghetto chick, real bad but she stuck wit her man
She said ain't a hoe, she just be f*ckin her friends
I got a pretty white girl who be driving a Benz
But her peoples hate niggas, so I hide from her friends
She feel guilty bout their ways, so she pay me to chill
This is better than if canon came and gave me a deal
I be with the candid camera, always chasing a thrill
Till I pull up and see Candy and she tasting my spill
Get a call from Brandy, answer with Candy choppin' me still
Said she wanna chill, say ok, I gotchu we will
I hop in the wheel and Dorothy call
Tierra was there, she said hey babe and she heard it all
I ain't even try to hide it, I told em both
It ain't a secret but it's private, or you gotta go
There's a seat are you riding, or you gon fold
Make up ya mind girl cuz we getting old
Sorry I'm back on the phone with baby mom
I got bitches but she only one I Love