Rick Ross
Rick Ross - Supreme lyrics
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[Intro] ...nah I'm just fuckin' with you Aye Scott! I'm just fuckin' with you, baby! Yo! [Verse 1] Speedin' in the ghost, on the phone with jewlers My new bitch 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 bitch, 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...