Клип Rick Ross - Supreme
Клип Rick Ross - Supreme
Rick Ross Supreme
Rick Ross Supreme
Rick Ross Supreme
Текст Песни Rick Ross - Supreme
"Supreme" [Intro:] 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 house4 [Rick Ross:] Anytime me and Scott Scorch get together you gotta call this the Iluminati Whenever you see the G it represents God and geometry That's what the extensive for I'm a tell you never be with them Nah, I'm just fuckin' with you Aye, Scott, I'm just fuckin' with you, baby Yo [Verse 1:] 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 [Hook:] Tell me it's real Tell me this is real, baby How does it feel? How does it feel? [Verse 2:] [?] Liberace on riches and bitch Charm ciy 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 fishing isle Peddle mari- with Tony Jacob, BK's full of paper Made a killing on Martin Luther, James Earl the 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 You cheating on me, hitting homie, nigga, Facebook She hitting on me than a motherfucking Facebook [Hook:] Tell me it's real, I wanna know How does it feel, yeah, how does it feel? [Verse 3:] Clean-made diaper, you 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 [Hook:] 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= [Outro:] 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 I spent 10 thousand dollars on her best bag You underdig that

Sorry

One Of Us

Crocodile Python

Carol City

Money Dance

Family Ties

Phone Tap

If They Knew

Keep Doin That (Rich Bitch)

Elvis Presley Blvd

What A Shame

Supreme

Rich Is Gangsta

Thug Cry

War Ready

Nobody

The Devil Is A Lie

No Games

Box Chevy

Pirates

Ten Jesus Pieces

Diced Pineapples

Amsterdam

Hold Me Back

So Sophisticated

Touch N You

9 Piece

I'm Not A Star

BMF

Super

Mafia Music

Veterans Day

MC Hammer

Paid The Cost

Aston Martin Music

Fire Hazard

Money Maker

All I Really Want

This Is The Life

Magnificent

Here I Am

The Boss

Speedin

Hustlin

Push It
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