《Supreme》歌词

[00:00:00] Supreme - Rick Ross/Keith Sweat

[00:00:01] Written by：Rick Ross

[00:00:15] Ohh

[00:00:18] Eh yeah yeah yeah

[00:00:23] Come on

[00:00:29] Ohh hoo

[00:00:34] Yo

[00:00:35] Speedin' in the ghost on the phone with jewlers

[00:00:37] My new b**ch out of d c call me Ricky

[00:00:40] The ruler

[00:00:40] Gotta gather my concentration while countin' my stacks

[00:00:43] I got eight car notes and just lost me a pack

[00:00:46] On the beach I'm up and down women jockin' my ride

[00:00:49] 300 horses in this b**ch need a jockey inside

[00:00:51] False floors for firearms is how you should ride

[00:00:54] Tried to murder me while in mine so that's how

[00:00:56] I survived

[00:00:57] My deal with def jam just set me for life

[00:01:00] Wanted to chapel the bm man I'm just rollin'

[00:01:02] The dice

[00:01:03] Big numbers I'm John wall I'm ballin' tonight

[00:01:05] Just joking my sense of humor is like one of

[00:01:08] A kind

[00:01:08] Got them gangstas who on my line that'll blow out

[00:01:10] Your mind

[00:01:11] Got them gangstas who on my line that'll blow out

[00:01:13] Your mind

[00:01:14] Got them gangstas who on my line that'll blow out

[00:01:16] Your mind

[00:01:16] Got them gangstas who on my line that'll blow out

[00:01:18] Your mind

[00:01:21] Tell me it's real

[00:01:23] Tell me this is real baby

[00:01:27] How does it feel

[00:01:29] How does it feel

[00:01:31] Geechi liberace I'm rich as a b**ch

[00:01:33] Charm city boys get a whole city of brick

[00:01:36] Through the wire we wettin' niggas set the sh*t on fire

[00:01:39] My b**ch smilin' I wanna bet now we on fisher

[00:01:41] Island

[00:01:42] Panamera with Tony Jacob bk's full of paper

[00:01:44] Made a killin' on Martin Luther James you're a shooter

[00:01:47] My niggas we grew apart they joined the rival gang

[00:01:50] Caught them slippin' gave them a pass throwin' pistols at

[00:01:52] Survivin' gang

[00:01:54] Next time boss gotta turn his back on 'em

[00:01:57] Lettin' young boys brrrrat on 'em

[00:01:59] Facts never find me with the fake look

[00:02:02] Trappin' little Davis b**ch just take me to the cakebook

[00:02:05] Black bottles boy that's how our case of ace look

[00:02:08] Your chick homie hit homie on the facebook

[00:02:12] Eh she hit homie on the motherf**kin' facebook

[00:02:17] Tell me it's real I wanna know

[00:02:23] How does it feel yeah how does it feel

[00:02:27] Clean maybach but it's filthy as sh*t

[00:02:29] They partitionin' for the women how busy we get

[00:02:32] From the scotch the large mop bet the linking feel

[00:02:35] It's all a dream and never wake me up until

[00:02:37] It's real

[00:02:37] Duffle bags that's for the homie when he comin' home

[00:02:40] He never told and he never used the telephone

[00:02:43] He on swole and that n***a need a telephone

[00:02:46] In a range rover and a real n***a got it

[00:02:48] For him

[00:02:50] Ehy ehy

[00:02:52] You wanna know how does it feel

[00:02:55] Ehy ehy

[00:02:59] I know I bet it must feel so real

[00:03:01] Ehy

[00:03:02] Tell me it's real I wanna know how it feel

[00:03:07] How does it feel

[00:03:09] How does it feel to be so bring