Just call us Sosa, always on our bang shit,
We fly like Appa take off like a rocket ship
Feel like Carti, die lit in a mosh pit
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Searching' your shit on Wikipedia, it just ain't factual
Making' money every year, we make it on the annual
Calling' me Rey, baby girl, cause they know I'm mysterious
No ring on your finger, you ain't mine, you just delirious
Rollin the fye, zushi, shooting' the shots, 2, 3
Thumb through the paper, looseleaf
Sippin' that purp, Tunechi
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I can't get attached
Ain't no coming back
My glizzy come with attachments
She bad but she is batshit
Wear Fendi with the palace
I can't f*ck with you I made up my mind
Seems too good, tell me the price
Seeing through this shit exhausting, yeah
Get f*cked up regardless
Die lit, we moshpit
Consistent deposits
If I change all my ways will I still stay the same
Rollin' a 8 of that Rose,
High before sex gone need role play
Latina girl, she screaming' Ole
Got Gabbana with the Dolce
My money blue it got a blue face
Cross the road better look both ways
Unstoppable, just like a bull race
Always gon' be up in your space
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Just call us Sosa, always on our bang shit,
We fly like Appa take off like a rocket ship
Feel like Carti, die lit in a mosh pit
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Searching' your shit on Wikipedia, it just ain't factual
Makin' money every year, we make it on the annual
Callin' me Rey, baby girl, cause they know I'm mysterious
No ring on your finger, you ain't mine, you just delirious
You ain't my bae
You ain't my hoe
I was just letting' you know
You on your own
I think I'm better alone
No point in leading you on
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Supreme (feat. Govidos & Lon tha Don) Video (MV)
Performed By: Oli?
Language: English
Length: 3:07
Written by: Govind Srikanth, Solomon Browne, Lonnie Ingram
Oli? - Supreme (feat. Govidos & Lon tha Don) Lyrics
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English
Just call us Sosa, always on our bang shit,
We fly like Appa take off like a rocket ship
Feel like Carti, die lit in a mosh pit
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Searching' your shit on Wikipedia, it just ain't factual
Making' money every year, we make it on the annual
Calling' me Rey, baby girl, cause they know I'm mysterious
No ring on your finger, you ain't mine, you just delirious
Rollin the fye, zushi, shooting' the shots, 2, 3
Thumb through the paper, looseleaf
Sippin' that purp, Tunechi
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I can't get attached
Ain't no coming back
My glizzy come with attachments
She bad but she is batshit
Wear Fendi with the palace
I can't f*ck with you I made up my mind
Seems too good, tell me the price
Seeing through this shit exhausting, yeah
Get f*cked up regardless
Die lit, we moshpit
Consistent deposits
If I change all my ways will I still stay the same
Rollin' a 8 of that Rose,
High before sex gone need role play
Latina girl, she screaming' Ole
Got Gabbana with the Dolce
My money blue it got a blue face
Cross the road better look both ways
Unstoppable, just like a bull race
Always gon' be up in your space
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Just call us Sosa, always on our bang shit,
We fly like Appa take off like a rocket ship
Feel like Carti, die lit in a mosh pit
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Searching' your shit on Wikipedia, it just ain't factual
Makin' money every year, we make it on the annual
Callin' me Rey, baby girl, cause they know I'm mysterious
No ring on your finger, you ain't mine, you just delirious
You ain't my bae
You ain't my hoe
I was just letting' you know
You on your own
I think I'm better alone
No point in leading you on
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
We fly like Appa take off like a rocket ship
Feel like Carti, die lit in a mosh pit
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Searching' your shit on Wikipedia, it just ain't factual
Making' money every year, we make it on the annual
Calling' me Rey, baby girl, cause they know I'm mysterious
No ring on your finger, you ain't mine, you just delirious
Rollin the fye, zushi, shooting' the shots, 2, 3
Thumb through the paper, looseleaf
Sippin' that purp, Tunechi
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I can't get attached
Ain't no coming back
My glizzy come with attachments
She bad but she is batshit
Wear Fendi with the palace
I can't f*ck with you I made up my mind
Seems too good, tell me the price
Seeing through this shit exhausting, yeah
Get f*cked up regardless
Die lit, we moshpit
Consistent deposits
If I change all my ways will I still stay the same
Rollin' a 8 of that Rose,
High before sex gone need role play
Latina girl, she screaming' Ole
Got Gabbana with the Dolce
My money blue it got a blue face
Cross the road better look both ways
Unstoppable, just like a bull race
Always gon' be up in your space
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Just call us Sosa, always on our bang shit,
We fly like Appa take off like a rocket ship
Feel like Carti, die lit in a mosh pit
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Searching' your shit on Wikipedia, it just ain't factual
Makin' money every year, we make it on the annual
Callin' me Rey, baby girl, cause they know I'm mysterious
No ring on your finger, you ain't mine, you just delirious
You ain't my bae
You ain't my hoe
I was just letting' you know
You on your own
I think I'm better alone
No point in leading you on
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Writer: Govind Srikanth, Solomon Browne, Lonnie Ingram
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid