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a$h (zg) - supreme lyrics

[a$h]
aye, all this supreme on me i flex this, bape mask, bape on, aye, don’t test this
cop a bag, let’s escape i’m reckless, all these rappers mark down, b-tch, on the checklist i flex this
b-tch i go harder than 50 cent “get the strap” put these rappers all posted up on the vent
like i’m grinch, b-tch, ’cause i’m taking what i want to my gun is gon’ gun you i came from astroworld, huh
yeah, i heard it from you, b-tches want my mean pipe like a certified f-cking plumber b-tches won’t see night
if you wanna mean fight i’ll bring you to the dungeon, soundcloud rappers are in dozens take they flows and then they plummet
leave you disabled, uh, ’cause you gotta limp, imma chimp, you a chimp
yo mom can tell you this ’cause she is my b-tch make her split on the d-ck, aye, yuh
it’s lit, all you 6ix9ine wannabes can suck my d-ck, b-tch, don’t beat around beat this f-ckin’ meat
in the sheets where i sleep, i’m hungry where these rappers i can eat, go to sleep, and repeat
’cause i do this every week, if you love me you will never leave, aye

[grunch]
rockin’ that supreme every day like a fiend (flexin’) flexin’ feeling clean louis belt, ripped jeans
y’all just tryna cop my style and everything i’m ’bout, n-gga, all these rappers clowns turn that smiles upside down
tatted up, mean, green grunch coming on the scene, yeah, i’m gonna eat her up lunch, b-tch, i be the king
you can come and run my fade, mixing colors mlk, hitin’ moves just like mj, copped a choppa from a crate
f-ck 12 they the kkk (d-mn that’s facts though) run around with me, hit the mall, card maxed, hoe
supreme, real ice, real chilly thats real cold, rock the shark and the vans with the f-ckin’ rag-du
yeah, they say i’m dark all black like the batsuit, yeah, they say i’m gone like the song i did with that dude
old -ss fat dudes hate on us they real rude, old-heads always being mad at the new dude
like d-mn, yeah, they hate us ’cause we got a different plan, like d-mn, they be asking where i got this different strand
like d-mn, imma keep my cool, imma stay original, imma cop a jag and then i might just pop a bean or 2
i rock supreme with my bape, i rock supreme on my collar, i rock supreme on my gucci shirt and i rock my prada
i just dropped like 50 bands, yeah, i really spent a dollar on some bricks to build my bed, yeah, it’s newworldorder
rockin’ that supreme every day like a fiend (flexin’) flexin’ feeling clean louis belt, ripped jeans
y’all just tryna cop my style and everything i’m ’bout, n-gga, all these rappers clowns turn that smiles upside down
zikaaa

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