Kodak Black – Broward Paradise

[Intro: Kodak Black]
Aye look I’m a take it back a lil’ piece
I’m still a young nigga, I’m still a jitter bird
I’m talkin’ about way back when Clemon used to ride through the ‘jects

[Hook: Kodak Black]
I’m talkin’ hot sausage and pickled eggs
Back in the day, everybody wanna be like chicken man
Back in the day, I growed I said I been a man
I’m 18 now but my ole’ girl she think I’m still a kid

[Verse 1: Kodak Black]
I’m slangin’ K, yea I be dealin’ shit and stealin’ shit
Back in the day, I was a fool and I was ignorant
I’m not a killer, but my nigga they on that killer shit
I’m ’bout my skrilla, I be dealin’ just like a dealership
I mean wit’ that fire, but my lil’ dawg he make your street rock
Rap don’t pop, I’m in the kitchen whippin’ heat rock
Back in the day, I’m talkin’ Dickey with my Reebok
I’m on a jigga, and I’m swingin’ like it’s sea salt
I hit the news, I hit the news, I hit the news again
My mama warned me, that’s this was what the streets gonna do to me
I’m from the No, I go hit a lick on a dirtbike
Right on a stroll, the plug just fronted me a dirtbike

[Hook: Kodak Black]
I’m talkin’ hot sausage and pickled eggs
Back in the day, everybody wanna be like chicken man
Back in the day, I growed I said I been a man
I’m 18 now but my ole’ girl she think I’m still a kid
I’m talkin’ hot sausage and pickled eggs
Back in the day, everybody wanna be like chicken man
Back in the day, I growed I said I been a man
I’m 18 now but my ole’ girl she think I’m still a kid

[Verse 2: Jackboy]
Back in the days, I was on the Ugly Corner
Trynna stack a pretty penny late night sellin’ zona
Graduated from the streets but I ain’t got a diploma
Been a little soldier hittin’ licks around the ‘Nolia
In and out of stolen cars, ridin’ with Lil’ soya
Had the coke no cola makin’ stretch with the soda
Be a soul jumped behind us hit the gas, crash the ‘Yota
If JJ’s phone calls, mama sayin’ boy I told you
Back in the day, them hoes left me on my own
Pullin’ ’em now, won’t quit callin’ my phone
Dawg all of these bitches, Lil’ Jackboy just want his bone
Don’t wanna fuck in the car, made her ass walk home

[Hook: Kodak Black]
I’m talkin’ hot sausage and pickled eggs
Back in the day, everybody wanna be like chicken man
Back in the day, I growed I said I been a man
I’m 18 now but my ole’ girl she think I’m still a kid
I’m talkin’ hot sausage and pickled eggs
Back in the day, everybody wanna be like chicken man
Back in the day, I growed I said I been a man
I’m 18 now but my ole’ girl she think I’m still a kid

[Verse 3: John Wicks]
Back in the days, I was the runner, was the gunner man
Back in the days, you couldn’t chill on the corner then
Back in the days, was one on ones, ain’t no jumpin’ in
Back in the days, my mama told me ain’t no funny shit
Broke get a job, they helped the family cause we strugglin’ yea
Back in the days, my mama told me get that money
So I stopped sellin’ reefer
I’m kickin’ doors and robbin’ corner stores
I’m John Wicks baby, you know me I’ll let that hammer go
Back in the days, I ain’t have shit but now I’m stuntin’ though
They wasn’t fuckin’ with me, but now today I got a ton of hoes
They lovin’ my style, I’m Wick got mouth full of golds
No central air but now I’m iced out like a eskimo

[Hook: Kodak Black]
I’m talkin’ hot sausage and pickled eggs
Back in the day, everybody wanna be like chicken man
Back in the day, I growed I said I been a man
I’m 18 now but my ole’ girl she think I’m still a kid
I’m talkin’ hot sausage and pickled eggs
Back in the day, everybody wanna be like chicken man
Back in the day, I growed I said I been a man
I’m 18 now but my ole’ girl she think I’m still a kid

Kodak Black – Broward Paradise (feat. Jackboy & John Wicks)

[Intro: Kodak Black]
Aye look I’m a take it back a lil’ piece
I’m still a young nigga, I’m still a jitter bird
I’m talkin’ about way back when Clemon used to ride through the ‘jects

[Hook: Kodak Black]
I’m talkin’ hot sausage and pickled eggs
Back in the day, everybody wanna be like chicken man
Back in the day, I growed I said I been a man
I’m 18 now but my ole’ girl she think I’m still a kid

[Verse 1: Kodak Black]
I’m slangin’ K, yea I be dealin’ shit and stealin’ shit
Back in the day, I was a fool and I was ignorant
I’m not a killer, but my nigga they on that killer shit
I’m ’bout my skrilla, I be dealin’ just like a dealership
I mean wit’ that fire, but my lil’ dawg he make your street rock
Rap don’t pop, I’m in the kitchen whippin’ heat rock
Back in the day, I’m talkin’ Dickey with my Reebok
I’m on a jigga, and I’m swingin’ like it’s sea salt
I hit the news, I hit the news, I hit the news again
My mama warned me, that’s this was what the streets gonna do to me
I’m from the No, I go hit a lick on a dirtbike
Right on a stroll, [?] just fronted me a dirtbike

[Hook: Kodak Black]
I’m talkin’ hot sausage and pickled eggs
Back in the day, everybody wanna be like chicken man
Back in the day, I growed I said I been a man
I’m 18 now but my ole’ girl she think I’m still a kid
I’m talkin’ hot sausage and pickled eggs
Back in the day, everybody wanna be like chicken man
Back in the day, I growed I said I been a man
I’m 18 now but my ole’ girl she think I’m still a kid

[Verse 2: Jackboy]
Back in the days, I was on the Ugly Corner
Trynna stack a pretty penny late night sellin’ zona
Graduated from the streets but I ain’t got a diploma
[?] soldier hittin’ licks around the ‘Nolia
In and out of stolen cars, ridin’ with Lil’ soya
Had the coke no cola makin’ stretch with the soda
Be a soul jumped behind us hit the gas, crash the ‘Yota
If JJ’s phone calls, mama sayin’ boy I told you
Back in the day, them hoes left me on my own
Pullin’ ’em now, won’t quit callin’ my phone
Dawg all of these bitches, Lil’ Jackboy just want his bone
Don’t wanna fuck in the car, made her ass walk home

[Hook: Kodak Black]
I’m talkin’ hot sausage and pickled eggs
Back in the day, everybody wanna be like chicken man
Back in the day, I growed I said I been a man
I’m 18 now but my ole’ girl she think I’m still a kid
I’m talkin’ hot sausage and pickled eggs
Back in the day, everybody wanna be like chicken man
Back in the day, I growed I said I been a man
I’m 18 now but my ole’ girl she think I’m still a kid

[Verse 3: John Wicks]
Back in the days, I was the runner, was the gunner man
Back in the days, you couldn’t chill on the corner then
Back in the days, was one on ones, ain’t no jumpin’ in
Back in the days, my mama told me ain’t no funny shit
Broke get a job, they helped the family cause we strugglin’ yea
Back in the days, my mama told me get that money
So I stopped sellin’ reefer
I’m kickin’ doors and robbin’ corner stores
I’m John Wicks baby, you know me I’ll let that hammer go
Back in the days, I ain’t have shit but now I’m stuntin’ though
They wasn’t fuckin’ with me, but now today I got a ton of hoes
They lovin’ my style, I’m Wick got mouth full of golds
No central air but now I’m iced out like a eskimo

[Hook: Kodak Black]
I’m talkin’ hot sausage and pickled eggs
Back in the day, everybody wanna be like chicken man
Back in the day, I growed I said I been a man
I’m 18 now but my ole’ girl she think I’m still a kid
I’m talkin’ hot sausage and pickled eggs
Back in the day, everybody wanna be like chicken man
Back in the day, I growed I said I been a man
I’m 18 now but my ole’ girl she think I’m still a kid

Kodak Black – Down South

[Verse 1]
I know you from the Bronx
Heard it’s cold, it’s like my heart
Let me book ya a first class flight to Florida where it’s hot
I’ma take ya down south, show you what I’m rappin’ ’bout
Young niggas, 14, permanent golds in they mouth
I be jumpin’ on these beats, remember sleepin’ on the couch
Every nigga in these streets know about me, they can vouch
I’m still wearin’ Ree’s like I’m still out here sellin’ rock
Like my Ree’s, you gon’ let me tie ya down or you not?
When you wanna vacate, MIA is the spot
Where you hop on jet skis, niggas ridin’ on yachts
Four wheelers, cuban links, niggas hoppin’ out the drop
Show ya ’round the Noya, Ugly Corner, 1800 Block

[Hook]
Girl you motivate me, I been wonderin’ lately
And I was thinking, you and me
I be smilin’ baby when you call me baby
You know how to drink me, make me weak
Baby girl you special
I’ma try my best to, give you enough effort in the week
Am I bein’ extra?
Am I oversteppin’ my boundaries?

[Verse 2]
‘Cause girl you got me singin’
I feel like I’m figulatin’
I might switch my occupation and just open up a bakery
‘Cause every night, we cakin’
Girl you sweeter than Miss Allie
I might eat ya like a paste, and keep ya like my .380
Say I been trippin’ lately
I been in my feelings lately
I ain’t even been jiggin’, while they stickin’, we conversatin’
I ain’t been trickin’ with these bitches even though you ain’t my lady
We ain’t seal the deal but I’ma keep it real and be patient
I’m runnin’ with them Z’s, remember dancin’ with the devil
You 26, but I’m 2613 forever
Young rebel but I’m clever
I don’t get too sentimental
Now I got you where I want you
I know the spot like a freckle
I know what it is now
I know how I feel now
I wanna build now, me with you
Call me on the FaceTime
Heard it through the grapevine, that I wanna plant my seed with you
You gon’ make me change my ways
Postin’ on my page, WCW
I want you to be my main
I don’t want no one but you

[Hook]
Girl you motivate me, I been wonderin’ lately
And I was thinking, you and me
I be smilin’ baby when you call me baby
You know how to drink me, make me weak
Baby girl you special
I’ma try my best to, give you enough effort in the week
Am I bein’ extra?
Am I oversteppin’ my boundaries?

Kodak Black – Down South Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I know you from the Bronx
Heard it’s cold, it’s like my heart
Let me book ya a first class flight to Florida where it’s hot
I’ma take ya down south, show you what I’m rappin’ ’bout
Young niggas, 14, permanent golds in they mouth
I be jumpin’ on these beats, remember sleepin’ on the couch
Every nigga in these streets know about me, they can vouch
I’m still wearin’ Ree’s like I’m still out here sellin’ rock
Like my Ree’s, you gon’ let me tie ya down or you not?
When you wanna vacate, MIA is the spot
Where you hop on jet skis, niggas ridin’ on yachts
Four wheelers, cuban links, niggas hoppin’ out the drop
Show ya ’round the Noya, Ugly Corner, 1800 Block

[Hook]
Girl you motivate me, I been wonderin’ lately
And I was thinking, you and me
I be smilin’ baby when you call me baby
You know how to drink me, make me weak
Baby girl you special
I’ma try my best to, give you enough effort in the week
Am I bein’ extra?
Am I oversteppin’ my boundaries?

[Verse 2]
‘Cause girl you got me singin’
I feel like I’m figulatin’
I might switch my occupation and just open up a bakery
‘Cause every night, we cakin’
Girl you sweeter than Miss Allie
I might eat ya like a paste, and keep ya like my .380
Say I been trippin’ lately
I been in my feelings lately
I ain’t even been jiggin’, while they stickin’, we conversatin’
I ain’t been trickin’ with these bitches even though you ain’t my lady
We ain’t seal the deal but I’ma keep it real and be patient
I’m runnin’ with them Z’s, remember dancin’ with the devil
You 26, but I’m 2613 forever
Young rebel but I’m clever
I don’t get too sentimental
Now I got you where I want you
I know the spot like a freckle
I know what it is now
I know how I feel now
I wanna build now, me with you
Call me on the FaceTime
Heard it through the grapevine, that I wanna plant my seed with you
You gon’ make me change my ways
Postin’ on my page, WCW
I want you to be my main
I don’t want no one but you

[Hook]
Girl you motivate me, I been wonderin’ lately
And I was thinking, you and me
I be smilin’ baby when you call me baby
You know how to drink me, make me weak
Baby girl you special
I’ma try my best to, give you enough effort in the week
Am I bein’ extra?
Am I oversteppin’ my boundaries?