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rx papi - heebie jeebs lyrics

[intro]
heebie jeebs
it’s the f+cking dawg

[verse 1]
never came off the bench
off rip, b+tch i’m him
wide+body, purchase the kit
dope hole lotto and i’m fresh as a b+tch
got a n+gga rap deal on my neck and my wrist
brodie get wild with that stick
he bend the corner i bounce
we upping the score and ain’t no need to count
amiri, amiri, amiri a thou’
i leave him broad day, amiri me down
i pop it, don’t stop it, they hearing me now
stick got a chip, we clearing crowds
ion’ wanna hear all that “hear me out”
shoot the sh+t out you, hear me out
we pull up on your block, clear it out
we don’t run out of dope all year round
you got one strike with me, then you’re out
the money only thing we care about
black nike tech, air it out
went through the war, he got carried out
i wish broski could hear me now
they hit the lights, we bailing out
7.62 take a building down
say i’m mute like i can’t read or write
i know what them demons like
you seen them flames, you seen the light
way he got deal wasn’t even right
once you in this sh+t you in for life
momma say i gotta pray
i hope lil’ broski got away
i ain’t heard from him from yesterday
my nerves bad, where my perc
abuela tried to hide my pills
could barely see, i’m driving still
b+tch just use your mind, sit still
papi stomp like big tymers
i sip more drank than e.s.g
this glock look like a psp
b+tch say she got a phd
that’s dumb as sh+t, that’s make+believe
these n+ggas get they style from me
like how i dress and how i speak
these cartiers not on me for fashion
my sh+t prescribed so i could see
you know i’m crippin’, you see the c
chanel the b+tch, c and c
she creeping low, dnd
n+ggas broke, give me the heebie jeebies
i only rap to get the money
ion’ care bout’ sh+t except the money
they say they want the old pap
you can suck my whole sack
tell a n+gga suck my d+ck
you bought a gun for instagram, you ain’t never bust your slip
play with me, you get f+cked up quick
papi sip a lot of drank
crash out like ion’ know how to think
ball like i hit the lottery
you high as sh+t, you gotta be
amiri on my jeans and tee
my b+tch say i’m a fiend for lean
please get these broke n+ggas away, they give me the heebie jeebies
brodie weird, he a f+cking creep
take a n+gga off his feet
you won’t even see him coming
it’s like bro, don’t even speak, i’m coming
i can get your brother whacked, all i gotta do is push a b+tton
five thousand on his hat, say the word, n+ggas on him
you really not like that
i’m rich and he don’t like that
they know i’m high as sh+t, the only reason i rap like that
my left wrist your whole deal
you know ion’ got no chill
beat you in your head with the glock till’ your dome peel
where i grew up, it was treacherous
it’s this sh+t no one should have to see
auntie got a bunch of wax bags and needles in her jeans
strap a belt tight around her arm, i let her do her thing
i used to be scared when i was young, she gave me the heebie jeebies
momma don’t know where i’m at
and ion’ plan on coming back
leave her with a hundred racks
all alone, i think i’m lulu with it
heebie jeebs

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