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jimmy - pxycho lyrics

[intro: pxycho]
(beast)

[chorus: pxycho]
jimmy, jimmy, jimmy, jimmy (jimmy)
i got a call from raf simons (simons)
told me to fill up the bag ’cause you got the cheque
we drippin’, we drippin’
jimmy, jimmy, jimmy, jimmy (jimmy)
my soul is as cold as your neck (neck)
check out the drip, rolling the paper
jimmy the king of the flex

jimmy, jimmy, jimmy, jimmy (jimmy)
i got a call from raf simons (simons)
told me to fill up the bag ’cause you got the cheque
we drippin’, we drippin’
jimmy, jimmy, jimmy, jimmy (jimmy)
my soul is as cold as your neck (neck)
check out the drip, rolling the paper
jimmy the king of the flex (beast)

[verse 1: pxycho]
jimmy, jimmy, jimmy, jimmy
i been going through some sh*t and i hope that you feel me
and depression tryna k!ll me
i dodgеd a knife with a pen got the fairiеs like timmy
stacking that paper like vinny
check out the stallion got chills on my neck like i’m benny
pour that dirty in a sippy
n*ggas be saying they love me but don’t even mean it (mean it, mean it, mean it)
i went and k!lled all my wishes
i chose the money instead of the b*tches
when i talk the money listen (money listen)
i have never been the master of physics
but the pen was always with me (always with me)
she wanna netflix and d*ck
she pull up with magic tricks (beast)
i’m tryna take on the continent (continent)
they tryna take on their cities (cities)
i just got a call from jason (jason)
we having a party at freddy’s
i’m tryna chase on the bag (bag)
while n*ggas still tryna get laid
if she gon’ treat me like a fan
then i’mma blow myself away (way)
[chorus: pxycho]
jimmy, jimmy, jimmy, jimmy (jimmy)
i got a call from raf simons (simons)
told me to fill up the bag ’cause you got the cheque
we drippin’, we drippin’
jimmy, jimmy, jimmy, jimmy (jimmy)
my soul is as cold as your neck (neck)
check out the drip, rolling the paper
jimmy the king of the flex

[verse 2: luiii]
i always fuss about cheese (cheese)
we can’t say we make it with ease (nah)
for now, i’m still broke and i spend all the budget but soon i’ll blow cash like a breeze (mine)
if they got the juice, i got st**ze (you do)
they ate, now i gotta eat (yeah)
these n*ggas hate me, i roast ’em like cows and then i be chopping their beef (pshh)
my pockets ain’t big, they’re your b’s (what it is)
’cause i’m serving whatever they need (i do)
i’m feeding them money, just know i ain’t talking ’bout veggies when i’m talking greens (serve)
i ain’t khalid but i got the keys (i do)
i’m too cold like i can’t make you freeze (woo)
but i caught me a silence while writing a verse so ill, i might even sneeze
[chorus: pxycho]
jimmy, jimmy, jimmy, jimmy (jimmy)
i got a call from raf simons (simons)
told me to fill up the bag ’cause you got the cheque
we drippin’, we drippin’
jimmy, jimmy, jimmy, jimmy (jimmy)
my soul is as cold as your neck (neck)
check out the drip, rolling the paper
jimmy the king of the flex

- pxycho lyrics

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