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[Chorus]
AmYou're getting way too big for your boots BmYou're never too big for the boot AmI've got the big size twelves on my feet BmYour face ain't big for my boot AmKick up the yout BmMan know that I kick up the yout AmDem boy dere tried twist up the truth BmHow dare you twist up the truth, look AmYou're getting way too big for your boots AmYou're never too big for the boot AmI've got the big size twelves on my feet BmYour face ain't big for my boot AmKick up the yout AmMan know that I kick up the yout AmDem boy dere tried twist up the truth BmHow dare you twist up the truth
[Verse 1]
AmWanna come round here like a badboy? Do it AmBun all the talking, go on then, do it AmRunning through the party, bottle of BACARDÍ BmBro's in my ear saying "Stormz, don't do it" AmDevil on my shoulder, I don't lack AmHit 'em with a crowbar, I don't scrap AmEven when I'm sober, I'm so gassed BmSay you ride but there's no car and no mash (what you talking 'bout?) AmClown, stand down BmNever had a MAC-10 or a trey pound AmYou were never bad then, you ain't bad now BmNever had the MAC then, little nigga, back down AmWait, I saw bare kicks, saw bare clothes BmSaid fuck that, I can't wear those AmI don't like them, they're not my ting BmThey went silent, they're all weirdos AmLike yeah, Stormz gone clear AmNever had a Tom Ford or a Moncler AmMandem are calm, but you see my don there? BmFuckeries, tell 'em don't do it, don't dare AmDon't care who you know from my block AmYou're not Al Capone, you'll get boxed AmThey can take my car and my creps BmI'll still do the road in my socks AmLike who's gonna stop me? You? Him? AmWeed in a cigarette, blue slims AmDon't be an idiot, move smart BmI've been killing it, new king AmNiggas ain't ready for my new stuff AmYou're a prick by yourself, go and group up AmAnd when Krept went States for the BETs BmI was covering Krept like a bootcut AmIth mad, that's a family ting, straight family ting AmDem man are broke, no salary ting AmHad a peng ting called Amy BmTelling me to come round hers on a Valerie ting AmMerky Academy ting AmComing like art in a gallery ting AmDem boy dere wanna chat about bars BmWanna chat about crud but, but, but
[Chorus]
AmYou're getting way too big for your boots BmYou're never too big for the boot AmI've got the big size twelves on my feet BmYour face ain't big for my boot AmKick up the yout BmMan know that I kick up the yout AmDem boy dere tried twist up the truth BmHow dare you twist up the truth, look AmYou're getting way too big for your boots AmYou're never too big for the boot AmI've got the big size twelves on my feet BmYour face ain't big for my boot AmKick up the yout AmMan know that I kick up the yout AmDem boy dere tried twist up the truth BmHow dare you twist up the truth
[Verse 2]
AmI'm too hot BmDrug money in my shoebox AmI'm the man of the house and my shows sold out BmLike the brudda from the Boondocks AmBeats 1 in my boombox BmStill steal meat from the stew pot AmMandem go sick when my tune drops BmLittle man, that's a Hublot, not a Hublot AmWhat? Pronounce it right, you prick BmI go mad, yeah, I'm down to die for this AmI don't care, bro, I'm down to pipe your chick BmMad stressed so I'm bound to light my spliffs AmWait, I'm bound to ride for Flipz BmReal Gs gonna ride around to this AmMan, I've got no time to write a diss BmI never left my 9 to 5 for this Wasteman ting AmI don't care what rave man's in BmI came here to relax but if it gets mad AmMek a young boy take man's tings BmTry tell me I'm way too big to rebel? AmNah, man, you're never too big to rebel BmI was in the O2 singing my lungs out AmRudeboy, you're never too Bmbig for Adele AmLeave my yard, blow a kiss to my girl BmSalute to my sister as well AmGotta keep trophies down at my mum's bit BmMan, I'm getting way too big for my shelf AmMan, I see bare MCs wanna sideline BmBut I still got a couple bangers in the pipeline AmMan, I've got grown men @ing me bullshit BmYou're getting way too old for the timeline AmYou're getting way too old for a diss BmShould've looked after your kids AmGet out the booth, go home to your son BmIt's never too late to commit AmIt's like man love put my name in a bar BmRandom flight, get a plane to Qatar AmThis year, I learnt how to take care of business BmNext year, I'll learn how to play the guitar
[Chorus]
AmYou're getting way too big for your boots BmYou're never too big for the boot AmI've got the big size twelves on my feet BmYour face ain't big for my boot AmKick up the yout BmMan know that I kick up the yout AmDem boy dere tried twist up the truth BmHow dare you twist up the truth, look AmYou're getting way too big for your boots AmYou're never too big for the boot AmI've got the big size twelves on my feet BmYour face ain't big for my boot AmKick up the yout AmMan know that I kick up the yout AmDem boy dere tried twist up the truth BmHow dare you twist up the truth