Correction Lyrics Bad Ass Jit (Remix) by Dee Watkins

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Aye, I don't really know how you n***as feeling
Or what's up wit you n***as
But you know what I'm saying, I'm a different breed, you know
I ain't rocking like you n***as you feel me
But this that florida sh*t though you know what I'm saying
Real florida jit, you feel me
Look

I'm straight, I'm cool on that b*t*h
I was 13 when I hit my first lick
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

I was trappin' in the streets and in the class too
That n***a 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***as get that cash boo
She asked me why I cut her off cause b*t*h I had to
I like my b*t*hes 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 pu**y n***as came and jumped me
Guess them n***as mad cause they b*t*hes wanna f**k me
I ain't have a pistol on me n***a so you're lucky
I got it on me now, I dare a n***a try to touch me

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*t*h chocolate, and thick
I grew up with priorities though, I always put my family first
Never had my heart broke by a b*t*h 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**k the opps, put em in the dirt (Yeah, yeah)
First thing first, put em on a shirt
The lil n***a in the neighborhood with the worst (Dolph)
Catch a box for me, b*t*h and I'll buy you a purse
b*t*hes 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

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