Luyện nghe bài hát Supreme (Remix)

I just left the New United States,
in Georgia, it's 109 rooms
I saw 30 bitches and 30 rooms and I was on the wrong of the house

Anytime me and Scott Storch get together you gotta call us the
you see the G it represents God and geometry
That's what the for
I'mma tell you be them
Nah, I'm just fuckin' you
Aye, Scott, I'm fuckin' with you, baby
Yo

Speeding in the Ghost on the phone with
My new out of D.C., call me Ricky the Ruler
Gotta gather my concentration while my stacks
I got car notes and just lost me a pack
On the beach, I'm up and down, women my ride
300 horses in this bitch, a jockey inside
False floors for firearms is how you ride
Tried to murder me in mine so that's how I survived
My new deal with Def Jam set me for life
to chapel the BM, man, I'm just rolling the dice
Big numbers, I'm John Wall, I'm balling
Just joking, my sense of humor is one of a kind
Got them gangstas who on my line that'll out your mind
Got them gangstas who on my line that'll blow out mind
Got gangstas who on my line that'll blow out your mind
Got gangstas who on my line that'll blow out your mind

me it's real
Tell me this is real,
How does it
How does it

Vici Liberace, I'm rich as a
city boys get a whole city of brick
Through the wire we niggas, set the shit on fire
My bitch smiling I wanna bet, now we on Fisher
Panamera with Tony Dribble, full of paper
Made a killing on Martin Luther James every
My niggas, we grew apart, they joined the rival
Caught them slipping, gave them a pass throwing pistols at surviving
Next time gotta turn his back on 'em
Letting young boys on 'em
Facts, never find me the fake look
Trapping little Davis, bitch, just me to the cakebook
Black bottles, boy, that's how our case of ace
Your chick, homie, hit on the Facebook
Damn, she hit on the motherfucking Facebook

Tell me it's real, I wanna
How it feel, yeah, how does it feel?

Clean Maybach, but it's as shit
They for the women, how busy we get
From the scotch, the mop, bet the linking feel
all a dream and never wake me up until it's real
Duffle bags, for the homie when he coming home
He told and he never used the telephone
He on swole and nigga need a telephone
In a Range and a real nigga got it for him

You wanna know how it feel
I know, I bet it feel so
Tell me real, I wanna know
How it feel, to be supreme

You know when hanging with billion niggas
One of the perks is getting to meet all these billion dollar
I just met a bitch who gets jetlag
And 10 thousand dollars on not her best bag
You underdig