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kevin federline - america's most hated lyrics

[talking:]
waitress, can i have another drink please?
i’d like to formally introduce my self ..

im the talk of the town
thats the reason why they stare
4 karats in my ear
if you look see a glare
im – one of a kind
with a wonderful rhyme
im skatin off in a ‘rari
you’ll get left behind
my raps fully automatic like an ar
droppin – nothin but heat me an jr
im livin life in the fast lane
then the cash came
fire wont quit, still burnin like a gas flame
they watch me
so i duck and roll
middle fingers still up sayin f-ck the globe
and my dawgs still down
we dont trust them hoes
i live life like a king
i was extra stoned
kevin federline –
i come tight with every rhyme
i built a kingdom down the street from pepperdine
this marijuana got me heavily sedated
im kevin federline
america’s most hated (what!)

[talking:]
aww yea baby – jr mane, jr you there mane?
hey man, why dont you p-ss me that bottle over there guy

im on the frontline
dodgin cameras like the one time
cant even chill in this california sunshine
but its okay, i got somethin for ya
im handin out -ss kickins like diplomas
who the first to get it?
ya know k feds wit it
all that sh-t rappers talk about, i already did it
im committed – to the game
the fames why i hustle
lyrical exercise, workin every muscle on the double
chief and commanda
hand ya
-ss to ya in a basket wrapped in plastic
im looney
all these model chicks wanna do me
tabloids tried to screw me
magazines try to kill me
but im nasty
too f-ckin slick and sly
so high
i could prolly drop a sh-t and fly
you gonna need a big army
if you comin for me
k. federline – i hit like tsunamis

[talking:]
whoo – yea baby, that sh-t is fire right there, you know what im talkin about?
lets get drunk to this one d-mn it. hoo, one more jack and c-ke b-tch

im bigga than you
im sicka than you
im here now
so they not gon pay attention to you
they listen to dude
i sizzle the booth
im livin the truth
you f-ckas talk sh-t
couldnt fit my shoes
i got my blue yankee fitted on
watch to match
little boys we can get it on
watch your back
i got my name spreadin faster than crack
and thats just a fact
sucked in americas hate and now im p-ssin it back
uh
who told this b-st-rd that he cant rap
i got 50 mill.
i can do whatever i want
i dont need a deal
i can do whatever i want
i just keep it real
i can say whatever i want
dont buy my sh-t
i bet your girl ridin to it
with her hair in the wind
and her mind on the new kid
the most antic-p-ted
but still underated
kevin federline – americas most hated (what!)

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