Supreme

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Supreme by Rick Ross

Supreme Lyrics

[00:01.48] I just left the New United States, embassy
[00:05.69] Somewhere in Georgia it's 109 rooms
[00:09.51] I saw 30 bitches and 30 rooms and I was on the wrong side of the house
[00:13.51]
[00:19.63] Anytime me and Scott Scorch get together you gotta call us the Illuminati
[00:24.76] Whenever you see the G it represents God and geometry
[00:29.06] That's what the stencil's for
[00:30.39] I'ma tell you never be with them
[00:31.82] Nah, I'm just fuckin' with you
[00:33.88] Aye, Scott, I'm just fuckin' with you, baby
[00:35.38] Yo
[00:37.16] Speeding in the Ghost on the phone with jewlers
[00:39.43] My new bitch out of D.C., call me Ricky the Ruler
[00:42.13] Gotta gather my concentration while counting my stacks
[00:44.64] I got eight car notes and just lost me a pack
[00:47.77] On the beach, I'm up and down, women jocking my ride
[00:50.55] 300 horses in this bitch, need a jockey inside
[00:53.39] False floors for firearms is how you should ride
[00:56.18] Tried to murder me while in mine so that's how I survived
[00:58.83] My deal with Def Jam just set me for life
[01:01.76] Wanted to chapel the the BM, man, I'm just rolling the dice
[01:04.50] Big numbers, I'm John Wall, I'm balling tonight
[01:07.28] Just joking, my sense of humor is like one of a kind
[01:10.08] Got them gangstes who on my line that'll blow out your mind
[01:12.61] Got them gangstes who on my line that'll blow out your mind
[01:15.58] Got them gangstes who on my line that'll blow out your mind
[01:18.30] Got them gangstes who on my line that'll blow out your mind
[01:23.25] Tell me it's real
[01:25.44] Tell me this is real, baby
[01:28.85] How does it feel?
[01:31.17] How does it feel?
[01:33.07] Geechi Liberace on riches and bitch
[01:35.14] Charm city boys get a whole city of brick
[01:37.97] Through the wire we wetting niggas, set the shit on fire
[01:40.77] My bitch smiling I wanna bet, now we on Fisher Island
[01:43.58] Panamera with Tony Jacob, BK's full of paper
[01:46.33] Made a killing on my [?] every shooter
[01:49.23] My niggas, we grew apart, they joined the rival gang
[01:52.28] Caught them slipping, gave them a pass throwing pistols at surviving gang
[01:55.26] Next time boss gotta turn his back on 'em
[01:58.32] Letting young boys *brrrrat* on 'em
[02:01.17] Facts, never find me with the fake look
[02:03.72] Trapping little Davis, bitch, just take me to the cakebook
[02:07.16] Black bottles, boy, that's how our case of ace look
[02:09.31] Tell me it's real, I wanna know
[02:12.31]
[02:24.47] How does it feel, yeah, how does it feel?
[02:28.74] Clean Maybach, but it's filthy as shit
[02:30.97] They partitioning for the women, how busy we get
[02:33.76] From the scotch, the large mop, bet the linking feel
[02:37.11] It's all a dream and never wake me up until it's real
[02:39.40] Duffle bags, that's for the homie when he coming home
[02:42.03] He never told and he never used the telephone
[02:44.72] He on swole and that nigga need a telephone
[02:47.57] In a Range Rover and a real nigga got it for him
[02:50.62] You wanna know how does it feel
[02:59.13] I know, I bet it must feel so real
[03:04.44] Tell me it's real, I wanna know
[03:09.33] How does it feel to be so real=
[03:14.19] You know when hanging with billion dollar niggas
[03:17.39] One of the perks is getting to meet all these billion dollar bitches
[03:21.99] I just met a bitch who never gets jetlag
[03:25.36] And spent 10 thousand dollars on not her best bag
[03:28.96] You underdig that
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From the album: Mastermind (Deluxe)