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hotboy wes – slum child كلمات اغاني

[intro]
this for my slum child, yeah
this for my slum child, yeah
this for my slum child, ayy, yeah

[chorus]
this for my slum child
run it up and then he run wild
ranned out, he ranned off, that’s how he run around
raised up a soldier, really roguish, he gon’ run down
can’t get no sleep, ’cause when he sleep, he hear those gun sounds
his granny say, “grandson, please put those guns down”
he on parole, they catch him clutchin’, ain’t no bond out
demons searchin’ for his soul, here they come now
them demons searchin’ for his soul, he can’t run now
[verse 1]
2013, cell b4
late nights shootin’ dice, i’m about to strike a dough
newsflash, young male caught shеlls in front the store
i say d_mn, turned around and hit thе sound on the remote
some gutter sh_t, said bam government, say bam got smoked
knucklehead hit his knees screamin’, “god, please, no”
sh_t was crazy, holdin’ him like a lil’ baby on that floor
how the f_ck i’m ‘posed to give my n_gga hope? he lost his bro
that’s when them tears start fallin’ like the rain
he lost his dog and i really feel his pain
he said, “if i was there, it wouldn’t’ve happened, i’m to blame”
just part of the ghetto children that fell victim to the game

[verse 2]
number one rule, n_gga, always keep a tool with you
parent_teacher conference, we tote that b_tch in the school with you
left it at his granny’s, they stamped him, now he a stool pigeon
that was my lil’ shooter, i used to p_ss in the pool with him
thug life journey where adjournment is very slim
can’t believe you left out of that house without that devil stick
k!lled the ignition, cruised up on him with that devil sh_t
noodles up on the pavement, they chewed him up like a peppermint
now his mama yearnin’, no currency to bury him
layin’ in the casket, now his family gotta carry him
pistol out my waist, f_ck a case, i’ll never slip
pistol poke out my waist, f_ck a case, i’ll never slip
[chorus]
this for my slum child
run it up and then he run wild
ranned out, he ranned off, that’s how he run around
raised up a soldier, really roguish, he gon’ run down
can’t get no sleep, ’cause when he sleep, he hear those gun sounds
his granny say, “grandson, please put those guns down”
he on parole, they catch him clutchin’, ain’t no bond out
demons searchin’ for his soul, here they come now
them demons searchin’ for his soul, he can’t run now

- hotboy wes

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