I may not have a job But I have something that is much more valuable than this I may have a couple friends Oh, I'd be damned if I didn't Oh me, oh me Everybody owes me A price too steep from my account to pay I'll keep drinking passion tea to just get the taste of it Just get the taste of it Stings and bites are contagious And I might just try to keep them to myself Bees and dogs are as harmless as the thoughts in your basement Tell that guy that I'm sorry that I liked you and made everyone upset again I'll keep up with the reporting on all of these events On all of these events I may not have a job But I have something that is much more valuable than this I may have a couple friends Oh, I'd be damned if I didn't Oh me, oh me Everybody owes me A price to steep from my account to pay I'll keep drinking passion tea to just get the taste of it

I ja sinké cé lindi Ilé pou nou aye travail Ou pa vlé levé ou amouré An nou fè malélivé Parè til lew matinal Apré on week end ki infernal Sé on bitin fondamental, Marie Chantal An ka senti vou toutou ni E mwen men 'me an toutou ni Karès aw ka twanspoté mwen On man 'niè twanspô an kommin Ti boug la i byen kwensé Kè ay kontan i malélivé A dan on sèl lésé alé, kontinié Chérie tu me donnes ta passion Et je trouve ça fabuleux Je n'suis pas branché sentiments J'suis plutôt super amant Aujourd'hui tu vas oublier Tous les tocards qui n'ont pas assuré Y a pas que la fesse dans la vie Y a le sexe aussi Vas-y Francky c'est bon Vas-y Francky c'est bon bon bon Vas-y Francky c'est bon Vas-y Francky c'est bon bon bon Vas-y Francky c'est bon Vas-y Francky c'est bon bon bon Vas-y Francky c'est bon Vas-y Francky c'est bon bon bon Pour caresser tes p'tits seins Pas besoin de me faire un dessin A pleines mains je prends tes hanches Et tu cesses de faire la planche Tiens voilà ton étalon Qui enlève son pantalon Et c'est avec émotion Que je touche au fruit de la passion Fruit de la passion J'aime quand tu touches Fruit de la passion Oh, c'est super Fruit de la passion Oh Francky c'est génial Fruit de la passion Bon dessert mon amour Fruit de la passion Décidément c'est dément Fruit de la passion Quelle aventure! Fruit de la passion Ça me fait soupirer Fruit de la passion

I hear the birds When they're singing I hear the sirens When they're ringing But I can't take my mind off of you A thousand words, pouring out The distance of over there Is moving on and out You said it'd be alright How 'bout these notions Hmm, they're deep as ocean Calling out my name Screaming out in vain Singing hallelujah Tell your mother, she don't understand Tell your mother, she's not listening Why don't you tear my heart The chain is made of string I roll the dice You seal the deal That don't matter Cause pain will heal I will follow you Into the dark How 'bout these notions Hmm, they're deep as ocean Calling out my name Screaming out in vain Singing hallelujah These notions Hmm, they're deep as ocean Calling out my name Screaming out in vain Singing hallelujah Singing hallelujah to you Calling out my name I'm in the deep end, ocean Calling out my name Singing hallelujah to you

And you know it Do what you 'posed to (COUPE) Yeah Shroomies Got me on the moony (Got me on the moony) Yeah, you know them drugs Know how you be on them motherfuckers, them motherfuckers really just take you away What a motherfuckin' great feeling (Take you away), you know what I'm sayin'? They just take you away, take you away Every time, no lie, I promise you Every paper I'm rollin' up, I'm stuffin' it, puffin' that bitch, three-five And I'm in the trap and I'm just spinnin' my wrist on the pot My double cup is filled up in this bitch, you know I'm super high Got four hoes in this bitch and they gon' ride with me like do or die I'm all about my papеr, nigga, if it ain't 'bout money (Yeah) Don't call my phone, I'm in thе trap, I'm tryna get some money (I'm tryna get some money) Yeah, I'm in this bitch, I'm boolin' Sellin' heroin to these junkies as they overdose instead of shootin' These Percocets'll keep 'em rooted (Uh-huh) You got them hoes, they makin' movies You in this bitch and steady movin' You on the shrooms, you steady chewin' Steady walkin' on the moon You do the moonwalk in that ho, she wanna fall off in the room Good afternoon, wake her up, the D long, still in the mood Yeah, bitch done fell in love with a goon She say her last nigga wasn't the move She see big slime, she in that mood Yeah, it ain't nothin' new So many hoes, they do come through I'm with the gang, they bring the crew I'm poppin' shit, that's what I do And you ain't lit, you can't be cool Don't kill my vibe, don't turn the mood (Don't kill my vibe, don't turn the mood) I'm booted motherfuckin' up, you feel me? Come take you a sh— take you a shroomy, take you a shroomy Let that shit just take you away What them drugs do? Tell 'em what them drugs do to you, they just take you away Make you feel good, make you feel better, every time I'm on it, it just take me away Gotta roll 'em up, gotta have 'em and I smoke it and I won't pass, it take me away (I need it) Yeah, mmm Mary Jane, Mary Jane, you my favorite (You my favorite) Growin' up in the hood, you had saved me (You had saved me) I remember when them times I couldn't take it (I couldn't take it) I used to lose my mind, you showed me patience (You showed me patience) I just wanna thank you, I don't wanna blame you (Yeah) I just wanna take you, can you let me face you? (Yeah) Let your ho come put me to sleep and I can't complain (I can't complain) Bitch, just chase the money, you know me, it's not a thing (It's not a thing) I got you (I got you), give me a reason to spin this shit, I got you (I got you) Give me a reason to kill that shit, I got you (I got you) But I will never leave my bitch, what 'bout you? (What 'bout you?) Nah. I will never leave my bitch, what 'bout you? Can't leave Mary, Yeah Let that shit just take you away What them drugs do? Tell 'em what them drugs do to you, they just take you away Make you feel good, make you feel better, every time I'm on it, it just take me away Gotta roll 'em up, gotta have 'em and I smoke it and I won't pass, it take me away (I need it) Yeah, mmm

Damn, them diamonds they hittin' (they hittin') Damn, them diamonds they hittin' (they hittin') Damn, them diamonds they hittin' (they) Damn, them diamonds they (they hit) (Coupe) Paper, I get a lot of Bad hoes, I fuck a lot of 'em Pull out my dick, y'all gonna swallow I got them racks, she fuck with no problems, yeah Keepin' my gun, and we problem solve 'em Guess in case we gotta problem (yeah) All of this money I drop on they head, the money gon' Solve the problem (uh-huh, yeah) Yeah EA, Zone 6 run this bitch, ayy, bitch, I'm big shawty You will never catch me slippin' without my gun, I keep That big forty White chalked a lot of niggas for doin' that fake ass Gangsta bitch talkin' How many niggas you know got they porch in their hood And they motherfuckin' still talkin'? (Slime, slime) Goddamn big slime, hang with the goons and robbers Really don't call me that much for no problems Grippin' on my nuts, that bitch got my choppa Shootin' up shit, man, I'll kill it no problem Born a villain, became a robber Takin' your heart away, shit not a problem Who want some smoke with me? Bitch, it's a problem I got 'em Back outside I'm with it Youngin', I'm ridin' switches I ain't stuntin' these bitches All these hoes golddiggin' I came from nothin', lil' nigga, came from rags to riches Swear to God I was so broke, used to be at Jcpenney (damn) Now youngin' throw me a penny You know a thousand is a penny to me Just to let you know Paper, I get a lot of Bad hoes, I fuck a lot of 'em Pull out my dick, y'all gonna swallow I got them racks, she fuck with no problems, yeah Keepin' my gun, and we problem solve 'em Guess in case we gotta problem (yeah) All of this money I drop on they head, the money gon' Solve the problem (uh-huh, yeah) Yeah EA, Zone 6 run this bitch, ayy, bitch, I'm big shawty You will never catch me slippin' without my gun, I keep that big forty White chalked a lot of niggas for doin' that fake ass Gangsta bitch talkin' How many niggas you know got they porch in their hood And they motherfuckin' still talkin'? (Big Slime) Goddamn runnin' this bitch and I'm ballin' Step through the hood, man I walk in them Loubs Spendin' all these racks on these motherfuckin' shoes Get your bitch fucked when she see all them blues Play with a real one, you know you gon' lose (Lose, yeah, damn) Anyway bitch, you don't know what to do (anyway) Pop one with your friend, make them hoes choose Get them together, it's a move (vibe) Killin' that pussy, I'm gon' (slide) Back in the hood where you know it's a vibe I'm in Zone 6, bitch, the eastside Thots outside, and my shooters outside Trappin' all day, you can come get a pack Lookin' like a lick, you can meet me in the back Sweet ass nigga, take 'em all like that (take 'em all, take 'em all) This gang shit, no lame shit (yeah, uh-huh) We dangerous (yeah), yeah, we dangerous (yeah, we dangerous) Yeah, what you thinkin'? (What? What?) Must be crazy (must be crazy, nigga) They ain't tell you about this shit, nigga? (They ain't tell you?) Paper, I get a lot of Bad hoes, I fuck a lot of 'em Pull out my dick, y'all gonna swallow I got them racks, she fuck with no problems, yeah Keepin' my gun, and we problem solve 'em Guess in case we gotta problem (yeah) All of this money I drop on they head, the money gon' Solve the problem (yeah, handle him) Yeah EA, Zone 6 run this bitch, ayy, bitch, I'm big shawty You will never catch me slippin' without my gun, I keep that big forty White chalked a lot of niggas for doin' that fake ass Gangsta bitch talkin' How many niggas you know got they porch in their hood And they motherfuckin' still talkin'? Ooh Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah That type shit Yeah

Yeah, we just say that, we goin' with the flow, that's how we do, we can go at it right now (Pussy-ass nigga) (Naestro on the track) Pussy (Pussy-ass nigga) Damn Yeah, yeah, yeah, turn up, fuck nigga Turn up, fuck nigga What you thought, you the only one strapped, pussy-ass nigga? (Hahaha) Fuck nigga, yeah (Haha, pussy-ass nigga pulled his strap out on me) You see this big-ass strap on me, pussy-ass nigga Big Glock (Hahaha) Yeah, nigga, that lil'-bitty-ass Glock, nigga You a bitch, nigga Yeah (Yeah, EA-ski, I run this shit, nigga) Bitch-ass nigga with a lil'-bitty Glock (Lil'-bitty Glock), he ain't gon' shoot shit (Damn) How the fuck you ain't got one in the head? (What the fuck?) Know you ain't doin' shit (Nah) Niggas ain't totin' they guns, scared of the feds, Slime ain't doin' it (Never) Bitch, I keep it on me (Yeah), who the fuck want it? (Yeah) With this chopper chopper, show these bitches I am don dada (Don dada) Shootin', killin' pussy niggas, that's my fuckin' problem (That's my fuckin' problem) I like to pull my mask down and fuckin' rob 'em (I got 'em) My mama always said I need to chill, I got a problem (I can't) Now mama, listen to me, I just fell in love with the chopper (Fell in love with the stick) Pussy nigga ain't even play with me, nigga tried one of my partners (Tried one of my partners) So you know what your son do, man, I pull up and I pop 'em (Pull up and I pop 'em) Fell in love with the poppin' (Yeah) I ain't had no fuckin' papa (Had no fuckin' papa, you know it) But I got niggas listen to me like I'm dad (Like I'm dad) So my gang about these streets, (Yeah) these niggas would never understand (Never understand) Losing the war? Shit, Slime wouldn't understand (I ain't never lost one, nigga) Got so many choppers in this bitch, it feel like Afghanistan (Feel like Afghanistan) I'm dressed in all black (Yeah), I'm robbin', no Batman (No Batman) I should've been a bald head, they call me the hitman (Call me the hitman) You know I ain't got no problem usin' this stick, man (Usin' this stick, man) I got so much money, I can call up stickman (Ayy, stickman, pull up and kill him) He killin' shit, he aim, he don't miss nothin' (Nothin') I guess his aim, it must be connected to the money (Connected to the money) 'Cause 'bout that money, man, this shit get locked in (Shit get locked in) Put his aim on you (Yeah), he gon' pop until you end (Pop until you end) Bitch-ass nigga with a lil'-bitty Glock (Lil'-bitty Glock), he ain't gon' shoot shit (Damn) How the fuck you ain't got one in the head? (What the fuck?) Know you ain't doin' shit (Nah) Niggas ain't totin' they guns, scared of the feds, Slime ain't doin' it (Never) Bitch, I keep it on me (Yeah), who the fuck want it? (Yeah) With this chopper chopper, show these bitches I am don dada (Don dada) Shootin', killin' pussy niggas, that's my fuckin' problem (That's my fuckin' problem) I like to pull my mask down and fuckin' rob 'em (I got 'em) My mama always said I need to chill, I got a problem (I can't) Back up, backend, come and pick up a backend (Backend) I drop these racks on a pussy nigga head, got young niggas ready for the action (They want it) Nigga talkin' 'bout war with big Slime, boy, you got me laughin' (Haha) Must ain't heard about the last pack, boy, his ass was gassin' (Let me fire him up real quick) I was at home kickin' my shit, rollin' up and laughin' (Uh-huh) Another dollar, 'nother day when you havin' (I'm havin' this shit) You broke, got smoke with me, ayy, catch me somewhere in traffic (Catch me somewhere in traffic) Your car better be fast, bitch boy, I hope you catch me (Hope you catch me) I'm strapped up with these sticks in this bitch, you know I'm ready (What's happenin'?) So many niggas that tried this shit got sent to heaven (Got sent to heaven) You think you'd be the first nigga that tried to kill the Slime? (Tried to kill the Slimeball, you ain't the first one) Hahahaha, put 'em all in line (I swear) I can't even say how many niggas really died (Not two, hahahaha, ooh) But I can tell you the main ones that I fried (Uhh) But I ain't gon' speak about that shit, they know the Slime (They know the Slime) Hahahaha, they know the Slime (Yeah) Bitch-ass nigga with a lil'-bitty Glock (Lil'-bitty Glock), he ain't gon' shoot shit (Damn) How the fuck you ain't got one in the head? (What the fuck?) Know you ain't doin' shit (Nah) Niggas ain't totin' they guns, scared of the feds, Slime ain't doin' it (Never) Bitch, I keep it on me (Yeah), who the fuck want it? (Yeah) With this chopper chopper, show these bitches I am don dada (Don dada) Shootin', killin' pussy niggas, that's my fuckin' problem (That's my fuckin' problem) I like to pull my mask down and fuckin' rob 'em (I got 'em) My mama always said I need to chill, I got a problem (I can't)

Ooh-wee Uh Zone 6 shit EA shit Real hitter shit Don't play shit We just spray shit AK shit (COUPE) Bitch, I'm super slime for real (yeah) I be robbin' shit for real (yeah) Bitch, I really was havin' money way before I signed a deal (on God) Bitch-ass niggas ain't seen no M Bitch-ass niggas know what it is (yeah) Bitch, I'm real king Slimeball, I'm king of the hill (King Slimeball) Deadly, ready for the war, I'm ready to smoke somethin' in the field Ready to leave a pussy nigga cold, shiver while he kill, damn (well, damn, well, damn) This just what it is and that's just what it was (damn) Now I'm havin' too much money, bitch (nah, for real) Smoke the best of the best of the best of the bestest Bitch, I been flexin' and flexin' and flexin' I see all my opposites, they stressin' and stressin' (they stressin') Niggas see the Slimeball, no stressin', no stressin' (no stressin') Broke niggas ain't wanna test me, come test me (yeah, come test me) Sure a pussy nigga meet the stretcher, the stretcher (the stretcher) East Atlanta Zone 6, the flexer, forever (forever) Bitch, you already know, got cash, better catch up (yeah) Nigga stuck on muscle, broke-ass nigga ain't got no hustle Nigga scared to use his muzzle, bitch, I make shit double (yah) Double all my money, bitch, I gotta get all mine (all mine) I be rappin', I be trappin' and I go super slime (super slime, nigga) Bitch, I'm super slime for real (yeah) I be robbin' shit for real (yeah) Bitch, I really was havin' money way before I signed a deal (on God) Bitch-ass niggas ain't seen no M Bitch-ass niggas know what it is (yeah) Bitch, I'm real king Slimeball, I'm king of the hill (King Slimeball) Deadly, ready for the war, I'm ready to smoke somethin' in the field Ready to leave a pussy nigga cold, shiver while he kill, damn (well, damn, well, damn) This just what it is and that's just what it was (damn) Now I'm havin' too much money, bitch (nah, for real) And I buck all my opps and I blow up the block (blow up the block) And I don't worry 'bout pussy niggas, still fuck the cops (still fuck the cops) I still trap all day, still sell the re-rock (sell the re-rock) Pussy nigga don't know what he doin', I sell 'em for glass Yeah, nigga, I already know you thought it was glass (thought it was glass) Thought you had cash, I remixed and tricked his ass (damn) I done gave so many niggas rabbit food for bags (damn) I done gave so many niggas counterfeit for cash (for real) Bitch, I'm slimy than a bitch (slimy, bitch) you better ask about me (huh?) Yeah, tell you 'bout the gunplay, I'm really 'bout it (I'm really 'bout it) I caught bodies, caught bodies, had to double up (double up) Had to show them niggas that big Slimeball don't give a fuck (bitch, I don't give a fuck) Say it's war with me, show me somethin', is your muscles up? (Is your muscles up?) Huh? Is your muscles up? Yeah (I ain't do no pushups, nigga) (Yeah) is your muscles up, nigga? I'm pushin' up I'ma put you ass where you need be, nigga (for real, for real) For real Bitch, I'm super slime for real (yeah) I be robbin' shit for real (yeah) Bitch, I really was havin' money way before I signed a deal (on God) Bitch-ass niggas ain't seen no M Bitch-ass niggas know what it is (yeah) Bitch, I'm real king Slimeball, I'm king of the hill (King Slimeball) Deadly, ready for the war, I'm ready to smoke somethin' in the field Ready to leave a pussy nigga cold, shiver while he kill, damn (well, damn, well, damn) This just what it is and that's just what it was (damn) Now I'm havin' too much money, bitch (nah, for real) Uh-huh Uh-huh

Eat 'em up, eat 'em up, eat 'em up Eat 'em up, eat 'em up, eat 'em up (Haha) I told you, I only make stoner music Gangster music, killer music Fuck your ho music, take your ho music (COUPE) Yeah She say boss up, so I drop the top on that bitch (Roll up) She wasn't fuckin' with me when I ain't have shit, but she want this (Yeah) All this money that I'm gettin', I ain't givin' shit (Yeah) I be in the trap spot countin' up, tryna add it (Yeah) Fuck a ho on a blow-up bed, you know that ho is nasty (Yeah) Bitch, I live a savage life, and bitch, I'm livin' lavish (Yeah) I'm a hot boy and my pockets full of salad Mixed it with that rap money, turned that shit to blue cheese (Yeah) Nigga mention my name, know that boy is Swiss cheese (Bah-bah) Bitch say I paid for it, you sound crazy, bitch, please Gave that ho a double cup and told her pop this double G Throw back me an Adderall and then I fuck that ho to sleep Wake that bitch up on a Perky Put it in her mouth, her jaw keep workin' Pop that pussy, baby girl, keep twerkin' Fuck you so good, I swear I won't hurt it Tighten that pussy, make it feel like a virgin Grind on this dick, baby girl, keep workin' Ride on that pony, baby, hop up on it Bounce on this dick, baby, act like you want it Fuck a lotta hoes, you not the only Sleep by my lonely, baby, they didn't want me Say that I fucked, that I fucked all her homies Let in my bed nothin' but bad bitches only Fuck on a thot, suck me up, I don't want her Pass her to the gang, my dawg might want her I'ma keep this shit 100, yeah, y'all niggas not 100, yeah She say boss up, so I drop the top on that bitch (Yeah) She wasn't fuckin' with me when I ain't have shit, but she want this (Yeah) All this money that I'm gettin', I ain't givin' shit (Bitch) I be in the trap spot countin' up, tryna add it (Add it) Fuck a ho on a blow-up bed, you know that ho is nasty (Yeah) Bitch, I live a savage life, and bitch, I'm livin' lavish (Yeah) I'm a hot boy and my pockets full of salad Mixed it with that rap money, turned that shit to blue cheese Nigga wanna kill 'bout a bitch (Yes, sir) Nah, nigga, I don't want her, yeah And I'm real 'bout this shit, nigga Nah, nigga, I ain't Gunna, yeah (Nah) I got lot of bitches 'round my way (Lot of 'em) All these hoes head-hunters (Hunters) And I'm big time stunner, yeah (Stunner) When I see your ho, she a one hit wonder (Yeah) Lie to a ho like I lie to your honor (Yeah) Runnin' the streets, I would lie to my mama (What?) They was tellin' her that I was bustin' guns I was tellin' mama, "Uh-uh, uh-uh" (No, uh-uh) Keep this shit 100, yeah I was raised by mama, yeah Jumped in the streets, I was younger, yeah 13, carryin' that thunder, yeah Mama had kicked me out the house 'cause she found me with a chopper and I was like uh-uh (Uh-uh) Now I'm in the streets, hot summer, yeah (Summer) Kick a nigga door, rob his mama, yeah (Mama) Robbed my first nigga for 100, yeah (Hundred) I remember when I hit a lick for a real hundred K Nigga, that's a real hundred, yeah (Yes, sir) She say boss up, so I drop the top on that bitch (Yeah) She wasn't fuckin' with me when I ain't have shit, but she want this (Yeah) All this money that I'm gettin', I ain't givin' shit (Bitch) I be in the trap spot countin' up, tryna add it (Yeah) Fuck a ho on a blow-up bed, you know that ho is nasty (Yeah) Bitch, I live a savage life, and bitch, I'm livin' lavish (Yeah) I'm a hot boy and my pockets full of salad Mixed it with that rap money, turned that shit to blue cheese (Blue cheese) Uh, yeah Hahahaha The fuck, nigga? Hah, bitch, yeah