rick ross - supreme lyrics
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[intro]
…nah i’m just f-ckin’ with you
aye scott! i’m just f-ckin’ with you, baby!
yo!
[verse 1]
speedin’ in the ghost, on the phone with jewlers
my new b-tch out of d.c., call me ricky the ruler
gotta [?] concentration while countin’ my stacks
i got eight car notes and just lost me a pack
on the beach, i’m up and down, women jockin’ my ride
300 horses in this b-tch, need a jockey inside
false for firearms is how you should ride
tried to murder me while in mine so that’s how i survived…
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