Cremated - hooligan chase

Cremated - hooligan chase

Альбом
Thomas
Год
2020
Язык
`Engelska`
Длительность
190800

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Cremated

hooligan chase

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)

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