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kevin federline – america’s most hated lyrics

[intro]
waitress, can i have another drink please?
i’d like to formally introduce myself….

[verse 1]
i’m the talk of the town
that’s the reason why they stare
4 carats to my ear
see a glare
i’m one of a kind with a wonderful rhyme
i’m skating off in a ‘rari
you’ll get left behind
my raps are fully automatic like an ar
dropping nothing but heat me and jr
i’m living life in the fast lane in the cash lane
fire won’t quit still burning like a gas flame
they watch me, so i duck and roll
middle finger still up saying “f-ck the globe!”
and my dawgs still down we don’t 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
i’m kevin federline, america’s most hated, what?

[chorus]
i’m here man, i know y’all be waiting
america’s most hated
i know all about you, you’re mad that i made it
america’s most hated
my lady in a ‘rari, elevating
america’s most hated
it’s the moment y’all antic-p-ting
america’s most hated

[verse 2]
i’m on the frontline, dodging cameras like the one time
can’t even tell when it’s california sunshine
but it’s okay, i got something for ya
i’m handing out -ss-kickings like diplomas
who’s the first to get it?
you know k-fed’s with it
all the sh-t rappers talk about, “i already did it!”
i’m committed to the game
the fame’s why i hustle
lyrical exercise, working every muscle
on the double, chief and commander
hand your -ss to you in a basket wrapped in plastic
i’m loony, all these model chicks wanna do me
tabloids tried to screw me, magazines do me
i’m nasty, too f-cking slick and sly, so high
i could probably drop a sh-t and fly
gonna need a big army if you’re coming for me
k-federline, i hit like tsunamis

[verse 3]
i’m bigger than you, i’m sicker than you
i’m here now so they’re not gonna pay attention to you
they listen to dude, i sizzle the booth
living the true, you f-ckers talk sh-t
couldn’t fit in ma’ 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 spreading faster than crack
and that’s just a fact
sucked in america’s hate now i’m p-ssing it back
huh, who told this b-st-rd that he can’t rap?
i got 50 mil’, i can do whatever i want
i don’t need a deal, i can do whatever i want
i just keep it real, i can say whatever i want
don’t buy my sh-t, i bet my girl riding to it
with her hair in the wind and her mind on the new kid
the most antic-p-ted but still underrated
kevin federline, america’s most hated (what!?)

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