Correction Lyrics Love Island Freestyle by Niko B

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You put your girl in a Urus
I'm in the back of the tour bus sitting down crying
Got a mate, he's fryin'
I'm on GTA steal planes I'm flying
My clothes out dryin'
I spilt drink on 'em, and there's no denyin'
You put your girl in a Urus
I'm in the back of the tour bus crying

I'm on Love Island, no one picked me, sat by the fire pit
I'm feeling violent, I see Iain Stirling I think I'll fight him
I might just try it, top of the stairs and hit him with a fly kick
Fake Loubs, fake diamonds, no one vote me off the island
Open my suitcase, I got Rizla, roach card and filter
I'll be the first one to light a zoot inside this villa
Tall, dark and handsome? Nope
I'm small, got biceps and charisma
Got a fake ID says I'm born and raised in West Virginia
Can I pull your girl for a chat? Nah but not like that
I'm the same height as her, can I borrow her shoes? I'll give them back
I'm a quick learner, I'll fight the producers, hack their servers
I'll jailbreak the phone they give me and then I'll download Subway Surfers
I'm a entertainer, I'll vandalise the walls, no brainer
Bad behaviour, get a noise complaint from the neighbours
I'm a menace, I'll set fire to the terrace
I'll get an egg and a spatula and I'll try play a game of tennis (woi)
You put your girl in a Urus
I'm in the back of the tour bus sitting down crying
Got a mate, he's fryin'
I'm on GTA still planes I'm flying
My clothes out dryin'
I spilt drink on 'em, and there's no denyin'
You put your girl in a Urus
I'm in the back of the tour bus crying
You put your girl in a Urus
I'm in the back of the tour bus sitting down crying
Got a mate, he's fryin'
I'm on GTA still planes I'm flying
My clothes out dryin'
I spilt drink on 'em, and there's no denyin'
You put your girl in a Urus
I'm in the back of the tour bus crying

I'll hide in the fridge, jump in a pool and take a p*ss
I'll rob an aquarium and then fill the pool of exotic fish
I'll game a bit, smuggle in a Nintendo Switch
If anyone beats me at Fifa Street then I lose my mind and start throwin' fists
Don't care if it's rainy, I'll run out the front door, have them chase me
If they try blame me then I'll bottle them with a gla** of Bailey's
I'll do it daily, get a Bluetooth speaker and drive them crazy
I'll sit in bed all day, watching "Funniest bits of Gavin and Stacey"
I'm antisocial, I'll download Insta, post on socials
I'll bring my laptop here, and I'll sit down and I make beats on Pro Tools
The flight is cheap, I'll see myself from my TV
Can you do me a favor please? A cuppa tea
It's quite easy to cop myself a slice of cheese
I punched your cheek and now I'm banned for life from ITV
You put your girl in a Urus
I'm in the back of the tour bus sitting down crying
Got a mate, he's fryin'
I'm on GTA still planes I'm flying
My clothes out dryin'
I spilt drink on 'em, and there's no denyin'
You put your girl in a Urus
I'm in the back of the tour bus crying
You put your girl in a Urus
I'm in the back of the tour bus sitting down crying
Got a mate, he's fryin'
I'm on GTA still planes I'm flying
My clothes out dryin'
I spilt drink on 'em, and there's no denyin'
You put your girl in a Urus
I'm in the back of the tour bus crying

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