Randolph - Sweaty Goals lyrics

Randolph: We got them sweaty goals, yeah, we like to make it hot Agbonlahor up on the left and on the right we got Walcott They make your nose drop, they turn you to a real men 500 miles an hour nearly as fast as my Gran Don't even blink or you're probably gonna miss us Running rings round you b**hes and leaving you in stitches And I'm sorry I really can't stay for all the pictures Cause I gotta head to your house and see to your misses We're unbreakable, nobody can match our sk**s We're fast as lightning, it's like our players running on wheels So when we get in the box, we don't shoot, we pa** across And pretend it was a fluke but really it was our plot And we always scoring goals, we're not effected by the boredom Hell no, it's not easy even Heskey can't score them On the wing, we just cross it to the far post Collecting sweat by the bottle to pour on your mum's roast Chorus: Scoring sweaty goals like I'm out of control And it's running so much I need to wipe my nose And nobody even knows how I do it All I know is that every day I keep dripping that fluid, yeah Score a sweaty like you wanna end a drought You gotta Get what? Get what? Get yo tits out Do a barrel roll just to piss about you You gotta Get what? Get what? Get yo tits out I don't know what else to say But you gotta Get what? Get what? Get yo tits out Girl bring those melons here cos you know what this about You gotta Get what? Get what? Get yo tits out KSIOlajideBT: In my room getting sweaty, fans on full blast As they see me dripping like Lee Evans on a broadcast I'm the king of FIFA, my hands are Usain fast As I rain over these noobs like England weather forecast Got my black men on the wing, mmmmmm it's finger licking Got ahead in the 90, now you're left there sitting Constantly missing while I'm constantly hitting Sweating and betting with EA scripting, I'm winning, ha ha So you know this game is written yeah all I do is pa**backs Celebrating while holding my really nice nutsacks Pissing people off with my dirty acts dripping wet So you know I got that sweaty tax But I don't care cos all I'm gonna see are just those cla**y racks And you know that's a fact I'm a beast, attacking to the max No need to get jelly with my tactics failing rarely Don't hate me and go insane EA Sports it's in the game Now watch me score again As you just complain Doing stuff that's inhumane You would think I'm David Blaine Cos the pitch is my domain Www.noshame and you just can't do a thang Cos it's all in the game Chorus: Score a sweaty like you wanna end a drought You gotta Get what? Get what? Get yo tits out Do a barrel roll just to piss about you You gotta Get what? Get what? Get yo tits out I don't know what else to say But you gotta Get what? Get what? Get yo tits out Girl bring those melons here cos you know what this about You gotta Get what? Get what? Get yo tits out