Lirik Lagu Big For Your Boots - Stormzy
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You're getting way too big for your bootsYou're never too big for the bootI've got the big size twelves on my feetYour face ain't big for my bootKick up the youtMan know that I kick up the youtDem boy dere tried twist up the truthHow dare you twist up the truth, lookYou're getting way too big for your bootsYou're never too big for the bootI got the big size twelves on my feetYour face ain't big for my bootKick up the youtMan know that I kick up the youtDem boy dere tried twist up the truthHow dare you twist up the truth
Wanna come round here like a badboy? Do itBun all the talking, go on then, do itRunning through the party, bottle of BACARDÍBro's in my ear saying "Stormz, don't do it"Devil on my shoulder, I don't lackHit 'em with a crowbar, I don't scrapEven when I'm sober, I'm so gassedSay you ride but there's no car and no mash (what you talking 'bout?)Clown, stand downNever had a MAC-10 or a trey poundYou were never bad then, you ain't bad nowNever had the MAC then, little nigga, back downWait, I saw bare kicks, saw bare clothesSaid fuck that, I can't wear thoseI don't like them, they're not my tingThey went silent, they're all weirdosLike yeah, Stormz gone clearNever had a Tom Ford or a MonclerMandem are calm, but you see my don there?Fuckries, tell 'em don't do it, don't dareDon't care who you know from my blockYou're not Al Capone, you'll get boxedThey can take my car and my crepsI'll still do the road in my socksLike who's gonna stop me? You? Him?Weed in a cigarette, blue slimsDon't be an idiot, move smartI've been killing it, new kingNiggas ain't ready for my new stuffYou're a prick by yourself, go and group upAnd when Krept went States for the BETsI was covering Krept like a bootcutIth mad, that's a family ting, straight family tingDem man are broke, no salary tingHad a peng ting called AmyTelling me to come round hers on a Valerie ting#Merky, academy tingComing like art in a gallery tingDem boy dere wanna chat about barsWanna chat about crud but, but, but
You're getting way too big for your bootsYou're never too big for the bootI got the big size twelves on my feetYour face ain't big for my bootKick up the youtMan know that I kick up the youtDem boy dere tried twist up the truthHow dare you twist up the truth, look
I'm too hotDrug money in my shoeboxI'm the man of the house and my shows sold outLike the brudda from the BoondocksBeats 1 in my boomboxStill steal meat from the stew potMandem go sick when my tune dropsLittle man, that's a Hublot, not a HublotWhat? Pronounce it right, you prickI go mad, yeah, I'm down to die for thisI don't care, bro, I'm down to pipe your chickMad stressed so I'm bound to light my spliffsWait, I'm bound to ride for FlipzReal Gs gonna ride around to thisMan, I've got no time to write a dissI never left my 9 to 5 for thisWasteman tingI don't care what rave man's inI came here to relax but if it gets madMek a young boy take man's tingsTry tell me I'm way too big to rebel?Nah, man, you're never too big to rebelI was in the O2 singing my lungs outRudeboy, you're never too big for AdeleLeave my yard, blow a kiss to my girlSalute to my sister as wellGotta keep trophies down at my mum's bitMan, I'm getting way too big for my shelfMan, I see bare MCs wanna sidelineBut I still got a couple bangers in the pipelineMan, I've got grown men @ing me bullshitYou're getting way too old for the timelineYou're getting way too old for a dissShould've looked after your kidsGet out the booth, go home to your sonIt's never too late to commitIt's like man love put my name in a barRandom flight, get a plane to QatarThis year, I learnt how to take care of businessNext year, I'll learn how to play the guitar
You're getting way too big for your bootsYou're never too big for the bootI got the big size twelves on my feetYour face ain't big for my bootKick up the youtMan know that I kick up the youtDem boy dere tried twist up the truthHow dare you twist up the truth, lookYou're getting way too big for your bootsYou're never too big for the bootI got the big size twelves on my feetYour face ain't big for my bootKick up the youtMan know that I kick up the youtDem boy dere tried twist up the truthHow dare you twist up the truth
Wanna come round here like a badboy? Do itBun all the talking, go on then, do itRunning through the party, bottle of BACARDÍBro's in my ear saying "Stormz, don't do it"Devil on my shoulder, I don't lackHit 'em with a crowbar, I don't scrapEven when I'm sober, I'm so gassedSay you ride but there's no car and no mash (what you talking 'bout?)Clown, stand downNever had a MAC-10 or a trey poundYou were never bad then, you ain't bad nowNever had the MAC then, little nigga, back downWait, I saw bare kicks, saw bare clothesSaid fuck that, I can't wear thoseI don't like them, they're not my tingThey went silent, they're all weirdosLike yeah, Stormz gone clearNever had a Tom Ford or a MonclerMandem are calm, but you see my don there?Fuckries, tell 'em don't do it, don't dareDon't care who you know from my blockYou're not Al Capone, you'll get boxedThey can take my car and my crepsI'll still do the road in my socksLike who's gonna stop me? You? Him?Weed in a cigarette, blue slimsDon't be an idiot, move smartI've been killing it, new kingNiggas ain't ready for my new stuffYou're a prick by yourself, go and group upAnd when Krept went States for the BETsI was covering Krept like a bootcutIth mad, that's a family ting, straight family tingDem man are broke, no salary tingHad a peng ting called AmyTelling me to come round hers on a Valerie ting#Merky, academy tingComing like art in a gallery tingDem boy dere wanna chat about barsWanna chat about crud but, but, but
You're getting way too big for your bootsYou're never too big for the bootI got the big size twelves on my feetYour face ain't big for my bootKick up the youtMan know that I kick up the youtDem boy dere tried twist up the truthHow dare you twist up the truth, look
I'm too hotDrug money in my shoeboxI'm the man of the house and my shows sold outLike the brudda from the BoondocksBeats 1 in my boomboxStill steal meat from the stew potMandem go sick when my tune dropsLittle man, that's a Hublot, not a HublotWhat? Pronounce it right, you prickI go mad, yeah, I'm down to die for thisI don't care, bro, I'm down to pipe your chickMad stressed so I'm bound to light my spliffsWait, I'm bound to ride for FlipzReal Gs gonna ride around to thisMan, I've got no time to write a dissI never left my 9 to 5 for thisWasteman tingI don't care what rave man's inI came here to relax but if it gets madMek a young boy take man's tingsTry tell me I'm way too big to rebel?Nah, man, you're never too big to rebelI was in the O2 singing my lungs outRudeboy, you're never too big for AdeleLeave my yard, blow a kiss to my girlSalute to my sister as wellGotta keep trophies down at my mum's bitMan, I'm getting way too big for my shelfMan, I see bare MCs wanna sidelineBut I still got a couple bangers in the pipelineMan, I've got grown men @ing me bullshitYou're getting way too old for the timelineYou're getting way too old for a dissShould've looked after your kidsGet out the booth, go home to your sonIt's never too late to commitIt's like man love put my name in a barRandom flight, get a plane to QatarThis year, I learnt how to take care of businessNext year, I'll learn how to play the guitar
You're getting way too big for your bootsYou're never too big for the bootI got the big size twelves on my feetYour face ain't big for my bootKick up the youtMan know that I kick up the youtDem boy dere tried twist up the truthHow dare you twist up the truth, lookYou're getting way too big for your bootsYou're never too big for the bootI got the big size twelves on my feetYour face ain't big for my bootKick up the youtMan know that I kick up the youtDem boy dere tried twist up the truthHow dare you twist up the truth
