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letra de bad ass jit (remix) - dee watkins

[intro]
aye, i don’t really know how you n-ggas feeling
or what’s up wit you n-ggas
but you know what i’m saying, i’m a different breed, you know
i ain’t rocking like you n-ggas you feel me
but this that florida sh-t though you know what i’m saying
real florida jit, you feel me
look

[chorus: dee watkins]
i’m straight, i’m cool on that b-tch
i was 13 when i hit my first l!ck
i be staying out the way, i can’t get caught up in the mix
so keep that sh-t from round me if it ain’t gon’ make me rich
i knew that i’d make it ever since i was a jit
had a plan, then i made it make sense
i was broke, i had to go and get a fix
let me tell you a lil story ’bout a bad ass jit

[verse 1: dee watkins]
i was trappin’ in the streets and in the class too
that n-gga say he got a bag, i got a bag too
you got some fame, now you out here acting brand new
but i’m cool on your baby i done had you
don’t be worried about these n-ggas get that cash boo
she asked me why i cut her off cause b-tch i had to
i like my b-tches red bone and my cash blue
i’m in love with that money got a cash flu
yeah, yeah
runnin’ up a check, i used serve on the front street
she just see a bag i know she don’t really want me
i was running around with no shoes like a monkey
posting on the block day and night like a junkie
still remember when them p-ssy n-ggas came and jumped me
guess them n-ggas mad cause they b-tches wanna f-ck me
i ain’t have a pistol on me n-gga so you’re lucky
i got it on me now, i dare a n-gga try to touch me

[chorus:dee watkins]
i’m straight, i’m cool on that b-tch
i was 13 when i hit my first l!ck
i be staying out the way, i can’t get caught up in the mix
so keep that sh-t from round me if it ain’t gon’ make me rich
i knew that i’d make it ever since i was a jit
had a plan, then i made it make sense
i was broke, i had to go and get a fix
let me tell you a lil story ’bout a bad ass jit

[verse 2: young dolph]
lemme tell you a lil a story bout a snotty nose kid (who dat?)
he grew up p-ss poor with big dreams to get rich
he mastered my streets, and learned how to dodge the pigs
and i like my b-tch chocolate, and thick
i grew up with priorities though, i always put my family first
never had my heart broke by a b-tch because i knew my worth
but i had my heart broke from my dog, and that sh-t hurt
so what i did to ease the pain, drink a lot of syrup (yeah, yeah, yeah)
mother f-ck the opps, put em in the dirt (yeah, yeah)
first thing first, put em on a shirt
the lil n-gga in the neighborhood with the worst (dolph)
catch a box for me, b-tch and i’ll buy you a purse
b-tches throwing they panties at me like i’m [?]
i created my own wave, [?] surf
i count my first milli, running through them bags or purse
i smoke a blunt before walk to church

[chorus:dee watkins]
i’m straight, i’m cool on that b-tch
i was 13 when i hit my first l!ck
i be staying out the way, i can’t get caught up in the mix
so keep that sh-t from round me if it ain’t gon’ make me rich
i knew that i’d make it ever since i was a jit
had a plan, then i made it make sense
i was broke, i had to go and get a fix
let me tell you a lil story ’bout a bad ass jit

- dee watkins

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