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Everybody Hates Kris

 

Everybody Hates Kris


(Kay on the trap)
(Haha, I'm a madman)
Madman, madman
(Ay Tweeko mixed this, you know, it sounds cold)
Yo

Everybody wanna come step in my shoes
Three mill subs, Kristen, where's your views?
Kristen, Austin, who should I choose?
Jake Paul, fam, he don't want no abuse
Heard you wanna fight, nah, join the queue
O2 arena, come check the view
Punch man up, yeah, you know what we do
CR7, I give dem the suiii
This madman's crazy, mash with a gravy
Mad, are you crazy? Gavin and Stacey
Ademola, look man, Makélélé
Aim it, shoot it, Rockabye, baby
Man's so swazy, run it like Jay-Z
Do I want Amy? Fuck that Katy
Justine Littlewood, bad like Tracy
After the fight, Kristen, you're gonna rate me
If I swing and draw for his wig
Aus-Aus-Austin, what happened with Gib's?
Excuses, man's lying with fibs
Everybody, everybody's hating Chris (Haha)
Take risks, don't miss (No)
Kristen, I know that you ain't on piss (No comment)
Oh shit, oh shit, my man fights like he's going to fish
Don't be deluded, in a real life, there ain't no computers
Mad like Judas, call up the shooters
I was on the block with the food, Frank Lucas (Yo)
Fuck all the rumours, hella intruders (No comment)
Ne-neeks on computers, hella man clueless
Yo, don't dive, don't duck
Austin, lost the fight, now my man's bruck
Gibs gave him a right, now my man's up
Karma's a bitch, now you run out of luck
I don't wanna get my man touched
I don't really wanna talk too much
Gear three, foot down, let me find this clutch
If I swing my right hand, my man's fucked
Ay, yo, do you wanna know?
Heads, shoulders, knees and toes, Kristen Hanby
Like, do you wanna go? (Haha)
Word on the road is your girl goes low
Do you wanna fight? I just wanna know
Should I give a right? I just wanna know
Subscribers, but your views, them low
Ain't my fault that your money's gone low
You zimmie? You zimmie?
Two fist twinning like Chunkz and Filly
Wagwan my killy, soon make a milly
I'm Phil Mitchell, Kristen's Billy
Wo-wow, mad, madting sad, I mean sadting mad
Austin's the son and Gibsy's the dad
Kristen Hanby, nah, you must be mad
I-I'm gonna move brutal, gave man two-two
She don't want you-you
Warrior, Zula, how can I lose when man just mortal?
Roll with the man, us man gone Kuku
Bry-Bryce Hall, crazy, e-e-everybody knows I'm wavy
VVs, brazy, they know they been watching lately
Strike a pose, on my toes, clap your nose
Shut down shows, major labels calling my phone
Independent, I'll do it alone
S-S-Strike a pose, on my toes, clap your nose
Shut down shows, major labels calling my phone
Bun it, I'll do it alone

Everybody wanna come step in my shoes
Three mill subs, Kristen, where's your views?
Heard you wanna fight, nah, join the queue
O2 arena, come check the view
(It sounds cold)
Kay, on the trap

feito

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