Freddie Gibbs & Madlib - Supplier Lyrics
[Verse 1]SlamminHalf a thang of heron in the bathroomKeep an ak and the backup in the backroomCook a meal clean and she suck me like a vacuumTook a vacation to the county, I'll be back soonSent a couple zero's, money on my j-payPayin off the c-o's, smoking on the gatewayWord around the block when I was locked she gave my thang awayBout to have a baby with a nigga, thats what they say (they say)Damn...Well please say it ain't soTook off the glove, say it's love when it ain't thoughHer classmate was coming over, that was strange thoughApparently the homework ain't all he came forMaybe yous a stank ho, maybe that's a bit meanMaybe you grew up and I'm still living like I'm sixteenLike a child running wild in these sick streetsMan I put that ***** up on her feet, she cut a nigga deepDamn*****That's why I treat these hoes the way I treat emThat's deeper than a mother*****er baby, know what I'm sayin[Verse 2]Slammin!Smack it up and flip it, then I rub it downZip it up, and then I ship it to another townSmokin hella weed while me and Willie bust a couple poundsShe used to like that type of shit, now we don't ***** aroundGirl you used to say them other niggas wasn't hood enoughGot your hood degree, now niggas from the hood ain't good enough***** you wasn't trippin when that old school was pullin upYou was short on ends at your college, you would put em up (put em up)Well ***** I'm out here puttin onI hope you feel the pain I'm feelin when you hear this songDon't want a nigga that's gonna slang shit up in your homeBut you ran off and got engaged, man that shit was wrongAll to a nigga that dont got nothin that I ain't gotOnly difference is he trying to be a *****in astronautSaw this ***** nigga when I walked up in the barber shopGreen as a leaf, lookin sweet, that cut a nigga deepDamnSo these the type of niggas you *****in with now baby?Square ass mother*****er. You used to love a thug nigga[Verse 3]UhI loved her and she loved him, so I never touched himShe's got his baby in the oven, so it's mother ***** himAin't trippin cuz you got a nigga, I just think you rushinBut leavin him to be with me ain't part of our discussionPlus I'm on the road now, different color hoes nowLayed back on the dope, I'm getting dollars off my shows now*****es wanna tie me down, but I ain't in that mode nowFive years later, why you calling up my phone now? (phone now)Well *****, how you get the number?Like every other month I'm switching up that mother*****erBack on the bus I used to finger ***** her singing UsherDown on my luck and then she upped and left me for a suckerI reminisce on all the crazy shit we didYou and me forever, shit we say when we was kidsShe say I'm havin problems and I pray that he forgiveWhen he find out the baby ain't his, that cut a nigga deepDamnWhat the *****?What you trying to say baby?The baby ain't his?Who's is it?
