Tom Coyne - Big for Your Boots lyrics

[Chorus] You're getting way too big for your boots You're never too big for the boot I've got the big size twelves on my feet Your face ain't big for my boot Kick up the yout Man know that I kick up the yout Dem boy dere tried twist up the truth How dare you twist up the truth, look You're getting way too big for your boots You're never too big for the boot I've got the big size twelves on my feet Your face ain't big for my boot Kick up the yout Man know that I kick up the yout Dem boy dere tried twist up the truth How dare you twist up the truth [Verse 1] Wanna come round here like a badboy? Do it Bun all the talking, go on then, do it Running through the party, bottle of BACARDÍ Bro's in my ear saying "Stormz, don't do it" Devil on my shoulder, I don't lack Hit 'em with a crowbar, I don't scrap Even when I'm sober, I'm so ga**ed Say you ride but there's no car and no mash (what you talking 'bout?) Clown, stand down Never had a MAC-10 or a trey pound You were never bad then, you ain't bad now Never had the MAC then, little n***a, back down Wait, I saw bare kicks, saw bare clothes Said f** that, I can't wear those I don't like them, they're not my ting They went silent, they're all weirdos Like yeah, Stormz gone clear Never had a Tom Ford or a Moncler Mandem are calm, but you see my don there? f**eries, tell 'em don't do it, don't dare Don't care who you know from my block You're not Al Capone, you'll get boxed They can take my car and my creps I'll still do the road in my socks Like who's gonna stop me? You? Him? Weed in a cigarette, blue slims Don't be an idiot, move smart I've been k**ing it, new king n***as ain't ready for my new stuff You're a prick by yourself, go and group up And when Krept went States for the BETs I was covering Krept like a bootcut Ith mad, that's a family ting, straight family ting Dem man are broke, no salary ting Had a peng ting called Amy Telling me to come round hers on a Valerie ting #Merky Academy ting Coming like art in a gallery ting Dem boy dere wanna chat about bars Wanna chat about crud but, but, but [Chorus] You're getting way too big for your boots You're never too big for the boot I've got the big size twelves on my feet Your face ain't big for my boot Kick up the yout Man know that I kick up the yout Dem boy dere tried twist up the truth How dare you twist up the truth, look You're getting way too big for your boots You're never too big for the boot I've got the big size twelves on my feet Your face ain't big for my boot Kick up the yout Man know that I kick up the yout Dem boy dere tried twist up the truth How dare you twist up the truth [Verse 2] I'm too hot Drug money in my shoebox I'm the man of the house and my shows sold out Like the brudda from the Boondocks Beats 1 in my boombox Still steal meat from the stew pot Mandem go sick when my tune drops Little man, that's a Hublot, not a Hublot What? Pronounce it right, you prick I go mad, yeah, I'm down to die for this I don't care, bro, I'm down to pipe your chick Mad stressed so I'm bound to light my spliffs Wait, I'm bound to ride for Flipz Real Gs gonna ride around to this Man, I've got no time to write a diss I never left my 9 to 5 for this Wasteman ting I don't care what rave man's in I came here to relax but if it gets mad Mek a young boy take man's tings Try tell me I'm way too big to rebel? Nah, man, you're never too big to rebel I was in the O2 singing my lungs out Rudeboy, you're never too big for Adele Leave my yard, blow a kiss to my girl Salute to my sister as well Gotta keep trophies down at my mum's bit Man, I'm getting way too big for my shelf Man, I see bare MCs wanna sideline But I still got a couple bangers in the pipeline Man, I've got grown men @ing me bullsh** You're getting way too old for the timeline You're getting way too old for a diss Should've looked after your kids Get out the booth, go home to your son It's never too late to commit It's like man love put my name in a bar Random flight, get a plane to Qatar This year, I learnt how to take care of business Next year, I'll learn how to play the guitar [Chorus] You're getting way too big for your boots You're never too big for the boot I've got the big size twelves on my feet Your face ain't big for my boot Kick up the yout Man know that I kick up the yout Dem boy dere tried twist up the truth How dare you twist up the truth, look You're getting way too big for your boots You're never too big for the boot I've got the big size twelves on my feet Your face ain't big for my boot Kick up the yout Man know that I kick up the yout Dem boy dere tried twist up the truth How dare you twist up the truth