Hooligan Chase – Cremated Lyrics

[Intro]
Uh
(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)

[Hook]
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 my reputation, I think that’s why she don’t like me
That boy cold as North Dakota
My fit, way too f*ckin’ icey
And once I get cremated, f*ck it, roll me up and light me

[Verse 1]
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’ p*ssy 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 u-ie on your lovely bride

[Verse 2]
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

[Hook]
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 my reputation, I think that’s why she don’t like me
That boy cold as North Dakota
My fit, way too f*ckin’ icey
And once I get cremated, f*ck it, roll me up and light me

[Outro]
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, uh
Roll me up and light me, uh
Roll me up and light me, uh
Roll me up and light me, uh
Roll me up and light me