Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jonathan Edwards
Jonathan Edwards
Songwriter
Brandon Moore
Brandon Moore
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
J Extra
J Extra
Producer
Rzu
Rzu
Producer

Lyrics

Yeah, I'm from Broward County Broward County Broward County I keep it on me I'm from Broward County Broward County Broward county I keep it on me I was raised in Broward And I was born in Dade Granny in Tampa I'm good all over the state Put on my chakra It rearranged my brain Activated my pinel Turned me to an x-ray I'm from Broward County So you know I do not play I grew up watching Luda I wanted that Escalade Something always special About tricks 7 trey With them, rims that stay floating I got a donk on skates That's how we do it I'm Broward County Where you never get too old To hit the peanut butter jelly Kick back at the Telly Our swag is trendy We ain't friendly Don't come near me I'm from Broward County Broward County Broward County I keep it on me I'm from Broward County Broward County Broward County You know I rep it on me I love me some Florida Florida water All the beaches I'm blowing up like mortar A baby genius And I'm getting stronger Never speechless Just like my daughter I used to goto sawgrass While skipping school Now I hit the mall With a stack of blues Run up on me You better choose You want these hands Or the ruler No I ain't talkin school I'm from Broward County Broward County Broward County I keep it on me I'm from Broward County Broward County Broward County You know I rep it on me Something oh so special Broward county Coming from the Broward County Oh the big BC Knowledge hittin critical No university to treat me Don't teach me Stop takin advice Hop on the I-95 Put my life in full drive. Beamer with the 6 speed Know the shit shift nice Cameras all around They zoom in and they can't find The glare serious The smell of Keys of fade away Broward county plays No dade neva find me Broward county plays No bounty for the pay Step out on the porch Light ya spliff Begin the day Paper route the only Worth my favor If it ain't bout them dollars Then I won't be able Ring the ring the gate alarm What kinda shit they on Step up out my way Don't talk to out of towners neither Broward County The only way I play Neva catch me 305 I might just Broward County Wanna ship the yay When they come about my face Get the fuck up out my way
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