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dee watkins - bad ass jit lyrics

intro

aye i dont really know how you n-gg-s feeling
or whats ups with you n-gg-s
but know what i’m saying i’m a different breed

i ain’t rocking like you n-gg-s you feel me
but this that florida sh-t though you know what i’m saying
real florida jit you feel me

[chorus]
i’m straight, i’m cool on that b-tch
i was 13 when i hit my first lick
i be staying out the way i can’t get cut 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 and since i was a jit
had a plan and i made it make sense
i was broke hand to go and get it fixed
let me tell you a little story about a bad -ss jit

[verse 1]
i was trippin’ in the streets and in the cl-ss too
that n-gg- say he got a bag, i got a bag too
you got some fame, now you acting brand new
but i’m cool on your baby i done had you
don’t be worried about these n-gg-s 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
run 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-gg-s came and jumped me
guess them n-gg-s mad cause they b-tches wanna f-ck me
i ain’t have a pistol on me n-gg- so you’re lucky
i got it on me now, i dare a n-gg- try to touch me

[verse 2]
why the f-ck these p-ssy n-gg-s acting like they know me
i don’t want your time baby i just wanna rollie
since you said you love me bae don’t say it come and show me
f-ck all the excuses n-gg- pay me what you owe me
critics telling lies trying to k!ll a n-gg- slowly
you gon’ f-ck around and make me go back to the old me
had to cut them off ’cause that n-gg- ain’t my homie
you know you ain’t my b-tch so why the f-ck you all up on me
lame -ss n-gg-s tryna diss me for the clout
if you ain’t f-cking with me keep my name out your mouth
i remember i was scr-ping change out the couch
now i’m doing better, i done made it out the drought
but i’m still the same n-gg-, i just bettered myself
how the f-ck you helping them but you ain’t helping yourself
like how the f-ck you blessing them and you ain’t blessing yourself
don’t worry about them people boy you stressing yourself

- dee watkins lyrics

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