Rick Ross Supreme Lyrics
Supreme by Rick Ross
I just left the New United States, embassy Somewhere in Georgia it's 109 rooms I saw 30 bitches and 30 rooms and I was on the wrong side of the house
Anytime me and Scott Scorch get together you gotta call us the Illuminati Whenever you see the G it represents God and geometry That's what the stencil's for I'ma tell you never be with them Nah, I'm just fuckin' with you Aye, Scott, I'm just fuckin' with you, baby Yo
Related 27 Best Ever Songs From Movie Soundtracks Love Stinks, So Here Are 15 Anti-Valentine's Day Songs Modern Love: The Best Top 40 Love Songs For Valentine's Day Speeding in the Ghost on the phone with jewlers My new bitch out of D.C., call me Ricky the Ruler Gotta gather my concentration while counting my stacks I got eight car notes and just lost me a pack On the beach, I'm up and down, women jocking my ride 300 horses in this bitch, need a jockey inside False floors for firearms is how you should ride Tried to murder me while in mine so that's how I survived My deal with Def Jam just set me for life Wanted to chapel the the BM, man, I'm just rolling the dice Big numbers, I'm John Wall, I'm balling tonight Just joking, my sense of humor is like one of a kind Got them gangstes who on my line that'll blow out your mind Got them gangstes who on my line that'll blow out your mind Got them gangstes who on my line that'll blow out your mind Got them gangstes who on my line that'll blow out your mind
Photos Tell me it's real Tell me this is real, baby How does it feel? How does it feel?
Geechi Liberace on riches and bitch Charm city boys get a whole city of brick Through the wire we wetting niggas, set the shit on fire My bitch smiling I wanna bet, now we on Fisher Island Panamera with Tony Jacob, BK's full of paper Made a killing on my [?] every shooter My niggas, we grew apart, they joined the rival gang Caught them slipping, gave them a pass throwing pistols at surviving gang Next time boss gotta turn his back on 'em Letting young boys *brrrrat* on 'em Facts, never find me with the fake look Trapping little Davis, bitch, just take me to the cakebook Black bottles, boy, that's how our case of ace look
Tell me it's real, I wanna know How does it feel, yeah, how does it feel?
Clean Maybach, but it's filthy as shit They partitioning for the women, how busy we get From the scotch, the large mop, bet the linking feel It's all a dream and never wake me up until it's real Duffle bags, that's for the homie when he coming home He never told and he never used the telephone He on swole and that nigga need a telephone In a Range Rover and a real nigga got it for him
You wanna know how does it feel I know, I bet it must feel so real Tell me it's real, I wanna know How does it feel to be so real=
You know when hanging with billion dollar niggas One of the perks is getting to meet all these billion dollar bitches I just met a bitch who never gets jetlag And spent 10 thousand dollars on not her best bag You underdig that
Anytime me and Scott Scorch get together you gotta call us the Illuminati Whenever you see the G it represents God and geometry That's what the stencil's for I'ma tell you never be with them Nah, I'm just fuckin' with you Aye, Scott, I'm just fuckin' with you, baby Yo
Related 27 Best Ever Songs From Movie Soundtracks Love Stinks, So Here Are 15 Anti-Valentine's Day Songs Modern Love: The Best Top 40 Love Songs For Valentine's Day Speeding in the Ghost on the phone with jewlers My new bitch out of D.C., call me Ricky the Ruler Gotta gather my concentration while counting my stacks I got eight car notes and just lost me a pack On the beach, I'm up and down, women jocking my ride 300 horses in this bitch, need a jockey inside False floors for firearms is how you should ride Tried to murder me while in mine so that's how I survived My deal with Def Jam just set me for life Wanted to chapel the the BM, man, I'm just rolling the dice Big numbers, I'm John Wall, I'm balling tonight Just joking, my sense of humor is like one of a kind Got them gangstes who on my line that'll blow out your mind Got them gangstes who on my line that'll blow out your mind Got them gangstes who on my line that'll blow out your mind Got them gangstes who on my line that'll blow out your mind
Photos Tell me it's real Tell me this is real, baby How does it feel? How does it feel?
Geechi Liberace on riches and bitch Charm city boys get a whole city of brick Through the wire we wetting niggas, set the shit on fire My bitch smiling I wanna bet, now we on Fisher Island Panamera with Tony Jacob, BK's full of paper Made a killing on my [?] every shooter My niggas, we grew apart, they joined the rival gang Caught them slipping, gave them a pass throwing pistols at surviving gang Next time boss gotta turn his back on 'em Letting young boys *brrrrat* on 'em Facts, never find me with the fake look Trapping little Davis, bitch, just take me to the cakebook Black bottles, boy, that's how our case of ace look
Tell me it's real, I wanna know How does it feel, yeah, how does it feel?
Clean Maybach, but it's filthy as shit They partitioning for the women, how busy we get From the scotch, the large mop, bet the linking feel It's all a dream and never wake me up until it's real Duffle bags, that's for the homie when he coming home He never told and he never used the telephone He on swole and that nigga need a telephone In a Range Rover and a real nigga got it for him
You wanna know how does it feel I know, I bet it must feel so real Tell me it's real, I wanna know How does it feel to be so real=
You know when hanging with billion dollar niggas One of the perks is getting to meet all these billion dollar bitches I just met a bitch who never gets jetlag And spent 10 thousand dollars on not her best bag You underdig that