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Freddie Gibbs - Deeper

Deeper
Freddie Gibbs
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[Verse 1:]
Slammin', half a thang of heroin in the bathroom,
Keep an AK and the backup in the backroom,
Cook a meal, clean and she suck me like a vacuum,
Took a vacation to the county, I'll be back soon.
Sent a couple zero's, money on my J pay,
Payin' off the CO's, smokin' on the gateway,
Word around the block, when I was locked,
She gave my thang away,
'Bout to have a baby with a nigga, that's what they say.
Damn, well, please, say, it ain't so,
Took off the glove, say it's love, when it ain't, though.
Her classmate was comin' over, that was strange, though,
Apparently the homework ain't all he came for.
Maybe you stank ho, maybe that's a bit mean,
Maybe you grew up and I'm still livin' like I'm sixteen,
Like a child runnin' wild in these sick streets,
Man, I put that bitch up on her feet, she cut a nigga deep.

Damn, bitch, that's why I treat these hoes the way I treat them. That's deeper than a mothafucka, baby! You know what I'm sayin'?

[Verse 2:]
Slammin', smack it up and flip it, then I rub it down,
Zip it up and then I ship it to another town.
Smokin' hella weed, while me and Willie bust a couple pounds,
She used to like that type of shit, now we don't fuck around,
Girl, you used to say them other niggas wasn't hood enough,
Got your lil' degree, now niggas from the hood ain't good enough.
Bitch, you wasn't trippin' when that old school was pullin' up,
You was short on mids at your college, who would put them up?
Well, bitch, I'm out here puttin' on,
I hope you feel the pain I'm feelin', when you hear this song,
Don't want a nigga that's gon' slang shit up in your home
But you ran off and got engaged, man, that shit was wrong.
All to a nigga that don't got nothing that I ain't got,
Only difference is he tryna be a fuckin' astronaut,
Saw this pussy nigga when I walked up in the barber shop,
Green as a leaf, lookin' sweet, that cut a nigga deep.

Damn, so these type of niggas you fuck with now, baby?
You know what I'm sayin'? Square ass mothafucka, you used to love a thug nigga, yeah, yeah!

[Verse 3:]
I loved her and she loved him, so I never touched him,
She's got his baby in the oven, so it's mothafuck him!
Ain't trippin' ‘cause you got a nigga, I just think you rushin',
But leavin' him to be with me ain't part of our discussion,
Plus, I'm on the road now, different color hoes now,
Layed back on the dope, I'm gettin' dollars off my shows now,
Bitches wanna tie me down, but I ain't in that mode now.
Five years later, why you callin' up my phone now?
Well, bitch, how you get the number?
Like every other month, I'm switchin' up that mothafucka.
Back on the bus, I used to finger fuck her singin' Usher,
Down on my luck and then she upped and left me for a sucker,
I reminisce on all the crazy shit we did,
‘You and me forever', shit we'd say when we was kids.
She say, I'm havin' problems and I pray that he forgive
When he find out the baby ain't his, that cut a nigga deep.

Damn, what the fuck? So what you tryna say, baby? Baby ain't his, whose is it? Uh, yeah...

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