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Slime
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Slime was released on June 21, 2025 by Chiefa as a part of the album Second Coming
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Release DateJune 21, 2025
LabelChiefa
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM69

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jordan-Jamir Ross
Jordan-Jamir Ross
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jordan-Jamir Ross
Jordan-Jamir Ross
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jordan-Jamir Ross
Jordan-Jamir Ross
Engineer

Lyrics

(Chiefa)
Yeah on God
On God
Talm bout
Hmm, yeah talm bout
Talm bout ****
On God
C'mon
Huh, I pop my shit what you talm bout (On god)
She catch that shit like a wideout, yeah (On god)
Bring her and her friend back to my house (Talm bout)
I'm in a big body truck with a fat ass blunt
Tell twin we can pop out, yeah (Say what)
Seen that I'm up she wanna talk now, yeah (**** what)
Ride off on her with the top down on god, yuh
I'm in a coupe I'm sliding (C'mon)
Play you lay I'm slime (I'm Slime)
Word to my twin **** dying
Bitch I'm a dragon got fye
He got that lil ass nine (Uh huh)
7.62 swing mines (I'm on it)
Where you came from I climbed
Learned that shit from my mom (My mom)
Find it cause you lost your mind
I need the bread can't waste no time
Turn up my bitch and I turn up my guys (On god)
Ice my wrist, ice under my eyes
One of one drip you can not buy it
Can't get with me, we too confined (**** what)
All cash card don't decline (Say what)
New bags on her, blick inside
Reach for it **** she up fye
C'mon
I had to show her some pape, I get it
She never held her a 10 in chicken
Take my over lil **** I'm hitting
Everything I do shit gets bitten
Stay on his mind like a goddamn fitted (Hmm)
You on my team bitch I do the lifting
I cut her off if she don't listen (On god)
Practice my aim on cans ain't missing
He hate I just hit for a killing
She look your way, you can have her ain't trippin
You know Chiefa don't do ass kissing (It's Chiefa)
Run it myself I do my mixing
Got more sticks than a cod mission
Call more hits than a madden blitz
Came a long way from just eating grits
I post a pic hos on my dick (Yeah)
I already know lil bitch I'm the shit (Yeah)
Kept eating oats she done got thick
Where ever I go I got first pick
Got pink in my cup I can't get sick
I built this shit, yeah brick by brick
Keep selling grams you ain't getting rich (Yeah c'mon)
Shit in my hands lil **** I'm lit, Yeah
Huh, I pop my shit what you talm bout (On god)
She catch that shit like a wideout, yeah (On god)
Bring her and her friend back to my house (Talm bout)
I'm in a big body truck with a fat ass blunt
Tell twin we can pop out, yeah (Say what)
Seen that I'm up she wanna talk now, yeah (**** what)
Ride off on her with the top down on god, yuh
I'm in a coupe I'm sliding (C'mon)
Play you lay I'm slime (I'm Slime)
Word to my twin **** dying
Bitch I'm a dragon got fye
He got that lil ass nine (Uh huh)
7.62 swing mines (I'm on it)
Where you came from I climbed
Learned that shit from my mom (My mom)
Written by: Jordan-Jamir Ross
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