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SLUMMER
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Créditos

INTERPRETAÇÃO
Killer Mike
Killer Mike
Vocais
Jagged Edge
Jagged Edge
Vocais
thankugoodsir
thankugoodsir
Vocais adicionais
Fousheé
Fousheé
Vocais adicionais
Eryn Allen Kane
Eryn Allen Kane
Vocais adicionais
Jason McGee & The Choir
Jason McGee & The Choir
Coral
Dammo Farmer
Dammo Farmer
Baixo
Agape Jerry
Agape Jerry
Guitarra
Warryn Campbell
Warryn Campbell
Teclados
Warren "Donnell" Hickman and the San Francisco Inspirational Choir
Warren "Donnell" Hickman and the San Francisco Inspirational Choir
Samples (artista original)
COMPOSIÇÃO E LETRA
Michael Render
Michael Render
Composição
Marcello Valenzano
Marcello Valenzano
Composição
Andre Lyon
Andre Lyon
Composição
Brian Casey
Brian Casey
Composição
Paul H Nichols
Paul H Nichols
Composição
Roger Williams
Roger Williams
Composição
PRODUÇÃO E ENGENHARIA
Cool & Dre
Cool & Dre
Produção
Renegade El Rey
Renegade El Rey
Engenharia (gravação)
Project Pa$$ion
Project Pa$$ion
Engenharia (gravação)
James A. Kelso Jr. p/k/a Kelso The Don
James A. Kelso Jr. p/k/a Kelso The Don
Engenharia (gravação)
Sydney Wolfe
Sydney Wolfe
Engenheiro de gravação (assistente)
Migui Maloles
Migui Maloles
Engenharia (mixagem)
Brandon Blatz
Brandon Blatz
Engenharia de mixagem (assistente)
Nicolas De Porcel
Nicolas De Porcel
Engenharia (masterização)
Demitrius Lewis II
Demitrius Lewis II
Engenharia (masterização)
808-Ray
808-Ray
Coprodução
Williams
Williams
Engenharia (gravação)

Letra

Stay high and holy Ain't into watches, don't mind the Rollie I ain't a pastor, you bastards, I keep a black pistol-y Chubby young jit talk slick, rollin' like Roly Poly At 15, my girlfriend was thick, and she would slowly blow me I would beat it down when she come around She was down, she would help me sack all my nicks and dimes She was fine, I was in my feelings, I was out my mind It's the-, it's the-, it's the teenage love, making love, no glove It's the-, it's the-, it's the abortion money, gotta get it up It's the-, it's the-, I still feel like we still killed our baby girl It's the-, it's the-, it get worse, and had a baby by a thug It's the-, finally understand why women go to church and hum You can hit 'em with a hurt so deep they heart can't come back from Smile and make each other cum but could not overcome the slum I remember the last time that we made love on the mama's sofa Told me she was pregnant by this older nigga and it's over A couple summers and our teenage love had turned to somethin' slummer I can't love her like I used to, she somebody's baby mama But she call me to come over when she go to see her mama And we make love, and she talk about her stress and all her drama As the project light would shine through the project window blinds I would slowly stroke her body, I would try to pick her mind I asked her, "What you gonna be?" and she said, "Michael, I'm gonna be fine" Told me with my brilliant mind "You gon' be better than fine" Told me I had places to travel, and she really wasn't into flyin' Told me I was more than a dope boy, don't follow the deaf, dumb and blind Done seen her a couple of times, and told her, "Ayy, baby, I owe you" She hugged me, held on me tight, "You did it Micheal, I told you" See, she was such a fine young thang (such a fine young thang) But that ain't my side of things (yeah) Think I might touch the danger for the love She my summer love In the throes of love (ahh) Summer love (ahh) Slummer love (ooh) Slummer love (ooh) So many promises, promises, promises So many promises, promises, promises (ayy, ayy) Sunlight, still I hear (the sun going down) Still hear the voices Still hear your voice, yeah I remember I remember you called and said, "Michael I am pregnant" I responded, "Baby girl, a baby girl might be a blessing" And I ain't Usher, baby, but this here is my confession I must own it, I didn't want it, even now I know I'm flexin' 'Cause all that raw dog sex and I knew I would get you pregnant And all this teenage love is really just about possessin' They call it adolescence 'cause we learnin' adult lessons And I ain't grown because I rolled some stones and carry weapons I was rubbin' on your tummy when your mommy asked for money Told me, "Your procedure's Monday and she gon' need like four hunnid" And had I known your mother wasn't gon' never let you keep it I wouldn't have told my partners, would've kept that news a secret (secret) Told everybody I was young, we had told everybody Boy, if you lived in the ghetto, in the hood And you seen some of these people that was getting pregnant You would realize like they can't afford to get pregnant They don't need to be pregnant This girl could go to school, this girl is smart Her parents ain't paying for it She actually gon' get a scholarship, but she ain't gon' tell 'em that she been fuckin'
Writer(s): Andre Christopher Lyon, Marcello Valenzano, Paul H. Williams, Roger S. Nichols, Michael Santigo Render Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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