Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Supply, artist - Wiz Khalifa. Date of issue: 15.11.2018
Song language: English
Supply |
| Bone Snaps and crane kicks |
| Divine intervention, I was put here to change shit |
| By hook or Crooks and Castles draped up in the same fit |
| Been rockin' it for days now, and will until the pay stop |
| See there’s no dinner or winner for second place huh? |
| Yea that what I figure, so I handle my business |
| Confidentiality, all my plans to get richer |
| Then I, master my role as my plan unfold |
| Right moves, make sure the left hand don’t know |
| Words from a wiser predecessor: Never let up |
| I know how to spot a fool, cause he never shut up |
| If you speak it, you don’t know it, you know it, you don’t speak it |
| Can’t feel me if you put your vertebrae on the speakers |
| See you got the beat, hitting at on ya |
| I got higher than Chong on bongs in California |
| Catch me in your in local cool spots catty corner |
| Virgins to the herb frown at that aroma |
| For those inquisitive, scoot closer to Phips a bit |
| I invite you to get higher than what you’ve experienced |
| Um, there’s some who think they smoke, but we stay higher |
| And some think they get fly, but we get flyer |
| They lookin' for the planes, we done cruised right by ya |
| Smell what I smoke, they ask me if I supply, I say no (Nooo) |
| It’s everywhere we go |
| Woke up in the mornin' |
| Some ashes in the sink, couple drinks we was pourin' in |
| My niggas sleep, bitches rollin weed while I’m yawnin' |
| It’s just a routine after a night of performin' |
| I turn the hotel into a Polo Party |
| Makin' them eggs with cheese, let 'em smoke so much weed |
| Them hoes think we in the '70s |
| Big Dog, better pedigree, she in this king size bed with me |
| Give her space boy, I let her breathe |
| And I mean that technically |
| Roll up the trees, like my weed grown medically |
| Less of the seeds, Niggas still got the hatin' disease |
| When actually they know, bite or bark, fight or heart |
| I’ma keep rollin' trees nigga, light or spark |
| Taylor in my walk, karate in my Talk |
| Now that’s gangsta |
| Um, there’s some who think they smoke, but we stay higher |
| And some think they get fly, but we get flyer |
| They lookin' for the planes, we done cruised right by ya |
| Smell what I smoke, they ask me if I supply, I say no (Nooo) |
| It’s everywhere we go |