| In your town to-
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| In your town to-
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| In your town to-
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| -night
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| You’re getting way too big for your boots
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| You’re never too big for the boot
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| I’ve got the big size 12s on my feet
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| Your face ain’t big for my boot
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| Skeng chat, kick up the yout
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| Man know that I kick up the yout
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| Dem boy dere tried twist up the truth
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| How dare you twist up the truth? |
| Look
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| You’re getting way too big for your boots
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| You’re never too big for the boot
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| I’ve got the big size 12s on my feet
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| Your face ain’t big for my boot
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| Skeng chat, kick up the yout
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| Man know that I kick up the yout
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| Dem boy dere tried twist up the truth
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| How dare you twist up the truth?
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| Wanna come round here like a badboy? |
| Do it
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| Bun all the talking, go on then, do it
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| Running through the party, bottle of Bacardi
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| Bro’s in my ear saying «Stormz, don’t do it» (Huh?)
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| Devil on my shoulder, I don’t lack (Wha'?)
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| Hit 'em with a crowbar, I don’t scrap (Yeah)
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| Even when I’m sober, I’m so gassed
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| Say you ride but there’s no car and no mash (What you talkin' 'bout?)
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| Clown, stand down
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| Never had a MAC-10 or a trey pound
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| You were never bad then, you ain’t bad now
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| Never had the MAC then, little nigga, back down
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| Wait, I saw bare kicks, saw bare clothes
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| Said fuck that, I can’t wear those
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| I don’t like them, they’re not my ting
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| They went silent, they’re all weirdos
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| Like yeah, Stormz gone clear
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| Never had a Tom Ford or a Moncler
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| Mandem are calm, but you see my don there?
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| Fuckeries, tell 'em don’t do it, don’t dare
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| Don’t care who you know from my block (My block)
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| You’re not Al Capone, you’ll get boxed (Get boxed)
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| They can take my car and my creps (My creps)
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| I’ll still do the road in my socks
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| Like who’s gonna stop me? |
| You? |
| Him?
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| Weed in a cigarette, blue slims
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| Don’t be an idiot, move smart
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| I’ve been killing it, new king
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| Niggas ain’t ready for my new stuff
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| You’re a prick by yourself, go and group up
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| And when Krept went States for the BETs
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| I was covering Krept like a bootcut
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| Its mad, that’s a family ting, straight family ting
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| Dem man are broke, no salary ting
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| Had a peng ting called Amy
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| Telling me to come round hers on a Valerie ting
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| #Merky Academy ting
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| Coming like art in a gallery ting
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| Dem boy dere wanna chat about bars
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| Wanna chat about crud but, but, but
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| You’re getting way too big for your boots
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| You’re never too big for the boot
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| I’ve got the big size 12s on my feet
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| Your face ain’t big for my boot
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| Skeng chat, kick up the yout
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| Man know that I kick up the yout
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| Dem boy dere tried twist up the truth
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| How dare you twist up the truth? |
| Look
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| I’m too hot
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| Drug money in my shoebox
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| I’m the man of the house and my shows sold out
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| Like the brudda from the Boondocks
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| Beats 1 in my boombox
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| Still steal meat from the stew pot
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| Mandem go sick when my tune drops
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| Little man, that’s a Hublot, not a Hublot
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| What? |
| Pronounce it right, you prick
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| I go mad, yeah, I’m down to die for this
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| I don’t care, bro, I’m down to pipe your chick
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| Mad stressed so I’m bound to light my spliffs
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| Wait (Wait), I’m bound to ride for Flipz
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| Real Gs gonna ride around to this
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| Man, I’ve got no time to write a diss
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| I never left my nine to five for this wasteman ting
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| I don’t care what rave man’s in
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| I came here to relax but if it gets mad
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| Mek a young boy take man’s tings
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| Try tell me I’m way too big to rebel? |
| (What?)
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| Nah, man, you’re never too big to rebel (What?)
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| I was in the O2 singing my lungs out
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| Rudeboy, you’re never too big for Adele
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| Leave my yard, blow a kiss to my girl (Girl)
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| Salute to my sister as well
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| Gotta keep trophies down at my mum’s bit
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| Man, I’m getting way too big for my shelf
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| Man, I see bare MCs wanna sideline
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| But I still got a couple bangers in the pipeline
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| Man, I’ve got grown men '@'ing me bullshit
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| You’re getting way too old for the timeline
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| You’re getting way too old for a diss (For a diss)
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| Should’ve looked after your kids (Your kids)
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| Get out the booth, go home to your son (Son)
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| It’s never too late to commit
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| It’s like man love put my name in a bar
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| Random flight, get a plane to Qatar
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| This year, I learnt how to take care of business
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| Next year, I’ll learn how to play the guitar
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| You’re getting way too big for your boots
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| You’re never too big for the boot
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| I’ve got the big size 12s on my feet
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| Your face ain’t big for my boot
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| Skeng chat, kick up the yout
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| Man know that I kick up the yout
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| Dem boy dere tried twist up the truth
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| How dare you twist up the truth? |
| Look
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| You’re getting way too big for your boots
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| You’re never too big for the boot
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| I’ve got the big size 12s on my feet
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| Your face ain’t big for my boot
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| Skeng chat, kick up the yout
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| Man know that I kick up the yout
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| Dem boy dere tried twist up the truth
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| How dare you twist up the truth? |