Lyrics:
You ain't been hungry, since "Supreme Clientele"
Remember what you first told me when I took ya in
You wanted to be a fighter (Yeah!)
You wanted
Bobby Digital +Supreme Clientele+ convention, +Nigga Please+
Immobilarity they can't breath til they +Blackout!+
I used to write and smoke L's in
human racing
Who got the best basement?
You got a 6SL, I got a SSL
I score movies, make Supreme Clientele
Oh, here I am (my Wu-Tang slang is that
can finger nail file me
Floss the ill robes since Criminology
Supreme Clientele, put the world on top of me
Yo babe, hurry up, with those collard
every fine snitch knocks an inch off Eddie Bauer
Gucci sneaker rockin just another form of 'Chessboxin'
No cock-blockin, supreme clientele, till I'm
Floss the ill robes since Criminology
Supreme Clientele, put the world on top of me
Yo babe, hurry up, with those collard greens
I represent S.I.,
You ain't been hungry, since "Supreme Clientele"
Remember what you first told me when I took ya in
You wanted to be a fighter (yeah!)
You wanted
Supreme Clientele, rockin' the Wally Clarks
You'd a leave me the fuck alone, that'd be probably smart (yup)
Real niggas, see, they change rarely (never)
Prada, the peacoat Chanel
Powder face like a ghost, supreme clientele
The first Noel with a scale
My prints in the snow leave a trail
I can't validate what
a C-note
Wiggin' out, I'm givin' out free smoke
Hater love to doubt ace
I live in the kitchen baking pound cakes
Supreme clientele, never clout chase
through in the final hour, with gun showers
Stand the fuck up like Flav to fight the power
I'm an activist, socialist, deadly ass poetrist
Supreme
comin' all outta ya face'll get ya clap God
(You are now listening to the sounds of Supreme Clientele)
Step in to the party, it's me
God Almighty,
The best, what y'all expect? He a vet
Plus the best, now tell me how we gon' fail
When we dealin with 'Supreme Clientele'
From Riker's Island
up like an iced cake robbery
And when I'm done, y'all can finger nail file me
Floss the ill robes since Criminology
Supreme Clientele, put
scratched supreme clientele
My cartel
Willie Star Joe passed
Shit his piece, where's the Nobel?
Oh, well
Sigining off as usual
The arsonist, leaving
The best, what y'all expect? He a vet
Plus the best, now tell me how we gon' fail
When we dealin with 'Supreme Clientele'
From Riker's Island
hand, cause I was very eager
Big stories to tell, jail house, rock that Supreme Clientele
Bricks we buy and sell, We Made It was on, when fam post bail
In y'all fucking place, that's my OCD
I give a bitch a little bit, but it's mostly D
I be in that Rolls Royce knocking Ghost CD
That's "Supreme
Yo every fine stitch knocks an inch off Eddie Bauer
Gucci sneaker rockin' just another form of 'Chessboxin'
No cock-blockin', Supreme Clientele, 'til
women built like a Clydesdale
Went to the city in search of supreme clientele
And back to the country frontin like he Mr Drysdale
Just an illusion
of B-O-B-B-Y
D-I-G-T-A-L
Supreme Clientele served well
Buh-Bobby fucking up microphones is a hobby
Buh-Bobby, buh-Bobby, buh-Bobby
Chorus:
Do you hear
the high way
Supreme Clientele, 365 days in the telly
Five stars, rockstars, laughing with dirt
Me and those sirens so I'm putting in work
Mornings in
count the diamonds in the Rollie face (I can't)
Supreme clientele, I feel like Ghost and Rae (uh)
I just did a weekend for no license, need to smoke
on your back
He's an animal
He's hungry
You ain't been hungry since "Supreme Clientele"
Remember what you first told me when I took ya in
You wanted to be
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