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Paroles : RichSlimePm

Tell you what, you better find him before I do
You rockin with Voidd, lil b*t*h
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, han, yeah, yeah, yeah, han, what ?
Là c'est Prise World, han, han, yeah
T'vois comment on fait les choses man, slime, slime

Dans le cut, posé avec Sito El Jefe (Yeah, yeah)
J'fume sur le gas, 'm'en bas les couilles du prix (Yeah, yeah)
J'fais du shopping à Saint-Germain-des-Prés (Yeah, yeah)
Rich, Slime, P.M, ils essayent de copier (Yeah, yeah)
Cette année je mets le new Rick sur mes pieds (Yeah, yeah)
On est slime rich, pas de problèmes de papiers (Yeah, yeah)
Ma b*t*h est trop foreign, elle veut les papiers (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
On va te shoot dans l'dos si tu fais que poser (Yeah, yeah)
I'm fightin' cases and I'm still in the field
N***a shootin' but I ain't talm' 'bout a Reel
I got some young slimes, they movin' like eels
These n***as gettin' popped, I ain't talkin pill
Booted up [?] doin' windmill (Windmill)
Headshot gang, knockin' for the thrill (Headshot gang)
We outside n***a, ain't nobody duckin'
I got a new stick, and you know its Russian
Got a new stick, man, that's why I be clutchin'
Hoes sellin' out, I'm gon' sell by the dozen
On Gangway, you know I stay in the dungeon (Gangway)
Got five shooters with me, you know that's a muslim
Hotbox, two Glocks, I'm with my bousin'
Hotbox, send shots, know I be rushin' (Blatt)
No I'm not doin' no fussin'
Rich Slime, young gang, act like we did it (Rich Slime)
White gold on my sh*t, I don't do silver
Ain't servin' y'all n***as, y'all don't look familiar
Y'all scary a** n***as be havin' the shivers
I post in the trap, I'm surrounded by killers (Blatt, blatt)
J'f**k pas 'vec le gold, sur mon neck y a du silver
Dans la défense j'opère comme Thiago Silva
Je n'f**k pas avec toi donc s'te plaît insiste pas
I'm outside and I'm posted up with [?]
Them bricks comin' in, meet me at the door
I'm still servin' n***as, I don't need no clause
I'm still in the trap, I don't use no TikTok
Got a brand new stick, make that n***a criss-cross
I'm still sendin' hits, from the f**kin' loft
I'm still independent, feelin' like Young Dolph
Gon' send this sh*t up, and I use the molotov
Send this sh*t up, posted at the loft
I'm in position so I'm payin' the cost
I'm out here, field, because I been a boss
No hot-sauce but you 'boutta get crossed
High-strap hit 'em then its gettin' tossed
I'm in the field, catchin' like I'm Moss
You talkin' 'bout war but you ain't got no sticks
Rule number one, you gotta keep a trip
Rule number two, to never trust a b*t*h
I'm slimed out, I just hit 'em with the [?]
.30 on me but I ain't talkin' Fentanyl
You rockin with Voidd, lil b*t*h