Lyrics BROWARD FEELING - Vino

Yuh, you dig, Got me feelin' like I'm from Broward County nigga
Yuh, let's go
Yeah, nigga, yeah, look nigga, yah dig
Boy, I'm like Robb Bank, I'm talkin' all that shit

It's like, death note that boy said you was gon' write that letter, bitch
I'm like, man, that bitch done cut her hair, that bald fade bitch
Man, you got a bob, I don't like it, that shit is trash as shit
Bitch, I'm pullin' up that gang, told me pull up with that bitch

I remember cookin' crack all on that spoon up in the crib
I was tweakin' on my mama, goin' in, man, I lost my rib
That's how I felt, nigga, when I got hit on as a kid, nigga (Abuse)
Long live my lil' dog X, he said he would've killed them niggas

I told him I'm goin' crazy in this bitch
Pop that molly, bitch, she said she tweakin, hold on
Off that pill, I'm like, hold on, bitch
I just need God in my face, I'm tryin' to talk hekate

Magic in that bitch, told her pop off in this bitch
I ain't messin' with you niggas, hold on
You did it, bitch, niggas get the tweakin' like they came from that block
And them niggas know from P.A. that block was really hot

On the gang, let's go
P.A.it was hot, nigga, and D-Block was too
Yuh, dig lil' nigga
Got me feelin like I'm from Broward in this bitch, man

Let's go
Yuh dig, yuh
Got that chopper by my side like I'm from Broward, nigga
I ain't got no time to be fuckin' with these lil' ass niggas, I ain't gon' go

Rather have that money, nigga, I told you, man, I gotta show
But can't make it to that bitch, I told you
My P.O. won't let me go
I just wish I could make 30 racks and show

But they won't let me leave this motherfucker, yeah, I know
Don't be cappin' on my name, might be gone because this hoe
I ain't got no time for none of that fuckery, you already know
Yuh dig, yeah, nigga, yuh

Got me feelin like I'm from Broward County, nigga
Yuh dug, yuh
Let's go