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RICK ROSS lyrics : "Supreme"

I just left the New United States, embassy
Somewhere in Georgia itâ??s 109 rooms
I saw 30 (*##$es and 30 rooms and I was on the wrong side of the house4

Anytime me and Scott Scorch get together you gotta call this the Iluminati
Whenever you see the G it represents God and geometry
Thatâ??s what the extensive for

Iâ??mma tell you never be with them
Nah, Iâ??m just $#&@inâ?? with you
Aye, Scott, Iâ??m just $#&@inâ?? with you, baby

Yo
Speeding in the Ghost on the phone with jewlers
My new (*##$ 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, Iâ??m up and down, women jocking my ride

300 horses in this (*##$, need a jockey inside
False floors for firearms is how you should ride
Tried to murder me while in mine so thatâ??s how I survived

My deal with Def Jam just set me for life
Wanted to chapel the the BM, man, Iâ??m just rolling the dice
Big numbers, Iâ??m John Wall, Iâ??m balling tonight

Just joking, my sense of humor is like one of a kind
Got them gangstes who on my line thatâ??ll blow out your mind
Got them gangstes who on my line thatâ??ll blow out your mind

Got them gangstes who on my line thatâ??ll blow out your mind
Got them gangstes who on my line thatâ??ll blow out your mind
Tell me itâ??s real

Tell me this is real, baby
How does it feel?
How does it feel?

[?] Liberace on riches and (*##$
Charm ciy boys get a whole city of brick
Through the wire we wetting ^!$$%s, set the %#@! on fire

My (*##$ smiling I wanna bet, now we on fishing isle
Peddle mari- with Tony Jacob, BKâ??s full of paper
Made a killing on my [?] every shooter

My ^!$$%s, 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 â??em

Letting young boys *brrrrat* on â??em
Facts, never find me with the fake look
Trapping little Davis, (*##$, just take me to the cakebook

Black bottles, boy, thatâ??s how our case of ace look
You cheating on me, hitting homie, ^!$$%, Facebook
She hitting on me than a mother$#&@ing Facebook

Tell me itâ??s real, I wanna know
How does it feel, yeah, how does it feel?
Clean-made diaper, you filthy as %#@!

They partitioning for the women, how busy we get
From the scotch, the large mop, bet the linking feel
Itâ??s all a dream and never wake me up until itâ??s real

Duffle bags, thatâ??s for the homie when he coming home
He never told and he never used the telephone
He on swole and that ^!$$% need a telephone

In a Range Rover and a real ^!$$% got it for him
You wanna know how does it feel
I know, I bet it must feel so real

Tell me itâ??s real, I wanna know
How does it feel to be so real=
You know when hanging with billion dollar ^!$$%s

One of the perks is getting to meet all these billion dollar (*##$es
I just met a (*##$ who never gets jetlag
I spent 10 thousand dollars on her best bag

You underdig that


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