Lascia, Fri2, my sh'
Uoh-uoh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, slime
Papa V, Papa V

Hey
I have double the income, I keep it all in cash
Fifty grams in a ball on the yellow subway
I used to buy Jordans with joints during recess
I was always high, then I don't remember shit
Milan is big, the water causes rust
It spreads huge, the package is labeled "Budapest"
Fuck the alcohol test (fuck it), I am unisex
I only like pussy and cash money (word)
I have a pack of weed for the summer
Californian, I paid as much as a Fiat Panda (eight K)
I smoke better than in Holland without leaving the house
The coke from Colombia feels like being in Calabria (Southern Italy)
Fuck those who talk, and even those who don't think
People who can't count think about pushing weights in the gym
I'm pushing a German
Blonde hair, four kids, the rest doesn't interest me (fuck)
And I don't vote neither left nor right
Fuck the State, I make money under the table and party
I filled her bag with colorful pills
That make you fly without taking a run-up (Papa V)

Slime, slime, slatt
Slime, slime, slatt

I don't give a fuck about those who hate me, I want to kiss those who love me (and I)
I'm not paid by the hour nor at the end of the week
I've been out for six days, made money on everything
Soon I'll buy a house and then I'll also buy a diploma
I do a round-round, the world is small if you act like an asshole (infamous)
I take a plane and arrive in less than half a second
I do a round-round and take what I want (hey)
And if you're born square, you can't die round
I walk in slippers, put things inside the milk carton
Order a cocktail, give it two hits
Smoke a gram, all high, walk like Harry Potter
The rocks on the street we call them apricots, Papa Slime

Slime, slime, slatt
Slime, slime, slatt

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