Professor Green, Fekky, Stormzy - Hugs & Kisses lyrics

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

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

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

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

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

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