[Intro: Professor Green] Haters can be so lame and vicious Hating on me because I'm ambitious They sound like they need lots of love, lots of love That's why I'm sending them hugs and kisses
[Verse 1: Professor Green] Hugs and kisses, you can suck my di-dick, critics I did it without gimmicks, you really want some? You're dumb You really wanna run that rid-isk? I'm ridiculous You don't know that? You man are looking like poom poom to me And it's hard not to get a semi when I bowcat I ain't really into any of your broke chat Why you talking about P, fam? Why you talking about me, fam? I went number one off a meaningful song Not none of that edam Probably should've been on Crimewatch Mean and high, Prof Green am I not? When I say the paps snapped me with a funny looking Roley You know I don't mean a snide watch
[Hook: Professor Green] Haters can be so lame and vicious Hating on me because I'm ambitious They sound like they need lots of love, lots of love That's why I'm sending them hugs and kisses I don't know why they hate on me, they should be inspired Get up off their backsides and chase their desires They sound like they need lots of love, lots of love That's why I'm sending them hugs and kisses
[Post-Hook: Professor Green] Pages of papers The dangers of being famous Where there's no shade from the sun When everyone knows what your name is Looking in the mirror Seeing yourself looking back at you Tell em they can kiss my class And suck my fucking attitude
[Verse 2: Fekky] Who the fuck are you hating on? You decide that Yeah, tryna someone to blame it on You want beef, then bring it on Man's got the filet mignon Heard man wanna make a move What the fuck are you waiting on? Come on den! All that hate won't get you rich Have you seen this watch on my wrist? You should know what time it is You dun know, you can't chat man In a Porsche, looking like Batman I'm gone, can't catch man Shut up
Hahaha, hugs and kisses You know what, Pro? I totally get what you mean They're tryna blame us for their life! Hahaha Fucking lazy *beep*
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[Verse 3: Stormzy] Yo, I got a drop in my email like "yo, it's Pro Green" I get love in the club, no cup, yet they all know me I get love from the thugs and some of the so-called Gs My lyrics are drugs, tell em all smoke up till you all OD Can't chat to me about karma Done dirt, man, I'm feeling like a killer with the verse Tell a pussyhole to work harder Round my link, my bro? Then go Ghana Get my shit to go with no starters Man, I might hit the road, yeah, I'm tipped to blow Get my flick involved with no dramas, easy