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Supreme

by Christopher Farmer

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  • English (English)
  • Français (French)
  • Español (Spanish)

I love you, I just need for you to go I can't get you caught up in this shit here Cause I don't know I got money comin', killers callin' we gon' get the dough If somethin' happen to you The fuck am I gon' tell your folks Bitch I love you, girl you bought me my first blower And I love you, I know you stole your daddy's slow up Bitch I love you Me and you gon' pour a fo' up and I love you I got the weed and you gon' roll up bitch I love you Supreme (Killer) I used to hang with my lean (Dealer) Ain't lost a bitch that I needed (Nigga) Easy now, don't make me squeeze a (Trigger) Smoked so much green that my money went blue When they got right they stopped fuckin' witchu Seen so much shit I just stack up the chips Can't be lovin' no bitch if she lovin' the crew You could get laced if you trip That's why I be solo dolo I been a dog off the rip (Roof!) Shoutout my bitches in Tokyo Might use a Benz to do Lyft (Hey, hey!) Now they gon' act like they need us Might change my rap name to Prince Purple reign, planet Vegeta (Hey, hey!) Taking a diva, make her sip drink out the liter She like the camera features I like her friends that look like Pam & Gina I want a threesome, we up (Uh!) I'ma leave all of my bitches, re-up on all of my bitches Tee up on all of these niggas Ski mask on all of these businesses Hollow tip off all the witnesses Then hit the mall with the dividends Might bring a ball where your kitchen is (I need a chemistry set) I am already a vet Knockin' off bitches and pussy and plenty of debt If you wanna get paid for suckin' and fuckin' Then send me a text No I don't trick or treat, bitch this ain't Halloween They get the sauce from me I gotta charge a fee I'm the LeBron of the north Kendrick Lamar in the east 500 horses no lease Hop off the porch with no leash (Ah!) I need a bitch that come foreign complete With pussy that force you to sleep And head that'll make you forget I make it storm on the beach Killin' it I'm in the coroner seat (Yay) Spendin' all the hunnids on my jeweler Skippin' class I used to feel like Ferris Bueller Doing what I want avoiding cruisers You do what you can, you with the losers I'm a booster, choose your, race (Skrt, skrt) You sir, will lose first, place (Fast) Went and bought a ruger, to move your, face (Pew, pew, pew) You gon' need a tutor, to surf, the wave I'm a booster, choose your, race (Skrt, skrt) You sir, will lose first, place (Fast) Went and bought a ruger, to move your, face (Pew, pew, pew) You gon' need a tutor, to surf, the wave Supreme (Killer) I used to hang with my lean (Dealer) Ain't lost a bitch that I needed (Nigga) Easy now, don't make me squeeze a (Trigger) Smoked so much green that my money went blue When they got right they stopped fuckin' witchu Seen so much shit I just stack up the chips Can't be lovin' no bitch if she lovin' the crew Nigga what, you forgot? (Supreme Killer) This what I gotta do? I gotta send niggas reminders? (Pew, pew, pew, pew) I made you a promise to show you what hell is like Stand on the pegs of my pedal bike You know I don't mess with my metal pipe I got a whole thang Couple of old thangs, I just bought mo' rangs The jacket was orange, when I lost my trojan Lightin' up propane, you still gon fuck raw? Back to my old ways, while you're in your hoe phase I won't make no plays, if they ask This is a snow day, my dick like colgate I just want mo' face, yeah yeah Gimme the OK, I'll hit it and go away, yeah yeah I be tryna get it like tonight (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Beat that pussy up like it's a fight (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Handcuff her and ain't read her no rights (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Swae Lee way she said she got no type (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Hustlin' tryna avoid all the lights (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Cocaine color same as Jasmin Rice (Yeah, yeah, yeah) My new crib is hidden in the heights (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Ask me if I'm guilty, bitch I might be (Yeah, yeah) I'm a booster, choose your, race (Skrt, skrt) You sir, will lose first, place (Fast) Went and bought a ruger, to move your, face (Pew, pew, pew) You gon' need a tutor, to surf, the wave

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