Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Cremated, artist - hooligan chase. Album song Thomas, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 23.10.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: hooligan chase
Song language: English
Cremated |
| I will not be takin' questions |
| I think they get the message |
| Bitch, don’t play with my profession |
| Let me teach you hoes a lesson |
| I know who got the heater for your upper body section |
| Make way more than my teachers |
| On their test’s, I was guessin' |
| Ain’t lookin' for no wifey |
| I told that bitch to bite me |
| She know reputation, I think that’s why she don’t like me |
| That boy cold as North Dakota |
| My fit, way too fuckin' icey |
| And once I get cremated, fuck it, roll me up and light me |
| I swear to God, but I don’t believe in God |
| Only God around is me |
| Send that pressure down the street |
| Bitches jockin' on my me, 'cause I know my way around the beat |
| Keep it locked up in a cell |
| Lil' pussy boy, come down and see |
| Danny Glover, Lethal Weapon |
| Toss me in the river |
| I’m FedEx with that heat, once they ship it, I deliver |
| All this fire hurt my chest |
| All this damage in my liver |
| I moved up a couple brackets, bitch you best to call me Mister |
| CKY, cross your T’s, bitch dot your I’s |
| Run and hide, he’s a beast bitch, CGI |
| DUI, bitches spinnin' like a .45 |
| Let me ride, bust a on your lovely bride |
| It seems I got a deathwish |
| Bring me up the continental breakfast |
| I go epileptic |
| Get dangled, while I’m doggin' |
| But, you better not grab my necklace |
| Lacin' up the Nike’s |
| My wallet lookin' pregnant |
| Lil' Ricky paint your kitchen |
| If you go back on your promise |
| He love his Smith & Wesson |
| It’s a .40, like Udonis |
| Lil' Ricky play with guns, but keep your kids away from Thomas |
| Ricky, what you really shootin'? |
| It’s just me, I can’t be honest |
| I will not be takin' questions |
| I think they get the message |
| Bitch, don’t play with my profession |
| Let me teach you hoes a lesson |
| I know who got the heater for your upper body section |
| Make way more than my teachers |
| On their test’s, I was guessin' |
| Ain’t lookin' for no wifey |
| I told that bitch to bite me |
| She know reputation, I think that’s why she don’t like me |
| That boy cold as North Dakota |
| My fit, way too fuckin' icey |
| And once I get cremated, fuck it, roll me up and light me |
| (Roll me up and light me, uh) |
| (Roll me up and light me) |
| (Roll me-, roll me up and light me, uh) |
| (R-Roll me up and light me, uh) |
| (Roll me up and light me) |
| (Roll me-, roll me up and light me, uh) |
| (Roll me up and light me, uh) |
| (Roll me up and light me) |
| (Roll me-, roll me up and light me, uh) |