笨小笨Supreme (Explicit)歌词由Rick Ross演唱，出自专辑《Mastermind (Explicit)》，下面是《Supreme (Explicit)》完整版歌词！
Supreme (Explicit)歌词完整版
Supreme (Explicit) - Rick Ross
I just left the New United States embassy
Somewhere in Georgia it's 109 rooms
I saw 30 b**ches and 30 rooms
And I was on the wrong side of the house
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'mma tell you be with them
Nah I'm just f**kin' with you
Aye Scott I'm just f**kin' with you baby
Yo
Speeding in the Ghost on the phone with jewlers
My new b**ch 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 b**ch 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
Tell me it's real
Tell me this is real baby
How does it feel
How does it feel
Liberace on riches and b**ch
Charm ciy boys get a whole city of brick
Through the wire we wetting niggas set the sh*t on fire
My b**ch smiling I wanna bet now we on fishing isle
Peddle mari- 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 b**ch just take me to the cakebook
Black bottles boy that's how our case of ace look
You cheating on me hitting homie ni**a Facebook
She hitting on me than a motherf**king Facebook
Tell me it's real I wanna know
How does it feel yeah how does it feel
Clean-made diaper you filthy as sh*t
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 ni**a need a telephone
In a Range Rover and a real ni**a 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 b**ches
I just met a b**ch who never gets jetlag
I spent 10 thousand dollars on her best bag
You underdig that
