Llpope
Slatt slatt
Hey
Slatt slatt slatt
Slatt
Woooo
If you want smoke I got it
You could get chose like the pope
But Long Live Pope
Made my dirty amounts
Then took them rackys and washed them off
No soap
I got faith in God and in myself I always got
Some hope
I got a blower on me that's just in case some shit might need to
Get blowed
I got a bad bitch with me she ask me do I need some from
The store
I got a billfold on me so big that mofucka ain't really
Tryna fold
Foreign dripski really from the desert but that
Motherfucker cold
Different snakeskis with me vipers, mambas, adders
Anaconda, cobras
If you want smoke I got it
You could get chose like the pope
But Long Live Pope
Made my dirty amounts
Then took them rackys and washed them off
No soap
I got faith in God and in myself I always got
Some hope
I got a blower on me that's just in case some shit might need to
Get blowed
I say Slatty
Hala my Slatty
Shot him one addy
Wiped his nose
Safe on full
Four pockets on full
Magazine on full
Let's hit the road
I been screaming
"Free my slimes"
Since the first time
Till they let them go
I been rolling
Out the pound
To ease my mind
Body and soul
Hey
Connected to the heavens
Hey
They're real prayers when I send them
Wait
Free my family they tryna end them
Slatt
But it's slime love in the end though
You tryna turn off some stars
Must ain't seen in the night sky
How many more? Plenty more
Slime Love All The fuckin Time
You can't put that shit behind a wall
Way too big to be confined
Tracks like artist paintings on the wall
I can't wait till it become mine
Free my family free my fuckin tribe
You can't kill us if you fuckin tried
How you think we got here? It was God
Really watching over all the slimes
You can't fight it so you gotta lie
Free the artists who just doing jobs
Never leaving out my heart and mind
I'm a see them when they bring them home
If you want smoke I got it
You could get chose like the pope
But Long Live Pope
Made my dirty amounts
Then took them rackys and washed them off
No soap
I got faith in God and in myself I always got
Some hope
I got a blower on me that's just in case some shit might need to
Get blowed
I got a bad bitch with me she ask me do I need some from
The store
I got a billfold on me so big that mofucka ain't really
Tryna fold
Foreign dripski really from the desert but that
Motherfucker cold
Different snakeskis with me vipers, mambas, adders
Anaconda, cobras
Hey
Slatt slatt slatt slatt
Long Live Keed
Free all the slatts
Free my slatty slatt slatt
Slatts
Slatt
Hey
Slatt slatt slatt
Slatt
Woooo
If you want smoke I got it
You could get chose like the pope
But Long Live Pope
Made my dirty amounts
Then took them rackys and washed them off
No soap
I got faith in God and in myself I always got
Some hope
I got a blower on me that's just in case some shit might need to
Get blowed
I got a bad bitch with me she ask me do I need some from
The store
I got a billfold on me so big that mofucka ain't really
Tryna fold
Foreign dripski really from the desert but that
Motherfucker cold
Different snakeskis with me vipers, mambas, adders
Anaconda, cobras
If you want smoke I got it
You could get chose like the pope
But Long Live Pope
Made my dirty amounts
Then took them rackys and washed them off
No soap
I got faith in God and in myself I always got
Some hope
I got a blower on me that's just in case some shit might need to
Get blowed
I say Slatty
Hala my Slatty
Shot him one addy
Wiped his nose
Safe on full
Four pockets on full
Magazine on full
Let's hit the road
I been screaming
"Free my slimes"
Since the first time
Till they let them go
I been rolling
Out the pound
To ease my mind
Body and soul
Hey
Connected to the heavens
Hey
They're real prayers when I send them
Wait
Free my family they tryna end them
Slatt
But it's slime love in the end though
You tryna turn off some stars
Must ain't seen in the night sky
How many more? Plenty more
Slime Love All The fuckin Time
You can't put that shit behind a wall
Way too big to be confined
Tracks like artist paintings on the wall
I can't wait till it become mine
Free my family free my fuckin tribe
You can't kill us if you fuckin tried
How you think we got here? It was God
Really watching over all the slimes
You can't fight it so you gotta lie
Free the artists who just doing jobs
Never leaving out my heart and mind
I'm a see them when they bring them home
If you want smoke I got it
You could get chose like the pope
But Long Live Pope
Made my dirty amounts
Then took them rackys and washed them off
No soap
I got faith in God and in myself I always got
Some hope
I got a blower on me that's just in case some shit might need to
Get blowed
I got a bad bitch with me she ask me do I need some from
The store
I got a billfold on me so big that mofucka ain't really
Tryna fold
Foreign dripski really from the desert but that
Motherfucker cold
Different snakeskis with me vipers, mambas, adders
Anaconda, cobras
Hey
Slatt slatt slatt slatt
Long Live Keed
Free all the slatts
Free my slatty slatt slatt
Slatts
Slatt
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Writer(s): Jad Hamood
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