Stormzy – Big For Your Boots lyrics

[Intro: Risse (sampled throughout)]
In your town to–
In your town to–
In your town to–
–night

[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
Skeng chat, 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
Skeng chat, 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 Bacardi
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 gassed
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 nigga, back down
Wait, I saw bare kicks, saw bare clothes
Said fuck 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?
Fuckeries, 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 killing it, new king
Niggas 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
Skeng chat, 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
Skeng chat, 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 bullshit
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
Skeng chat, 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
Skeng chat, 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

Novelist – Piss Take letras

[Intro]
Alright then, yeah
Yeah, okay then
Yo, look, yeah

[Verse]
You don’t wanna jack my style, that’s wild
I’m a teen that will make a man look like a child
I make a pagan run miles
Niggas look hard but they’re wet like bathroom tiles
When I make beats, my PC don’t lag
Turn on Reason, I load up a gun shot
Kick and a bass and the riddim is sick
But you got your sound pack from a next man
Where’s your tunes that bang in the dance
This my ting, I’ll send a man licks
DJs don’t wanna play your shit
So they filter them out like Instagram pics
Bars so cold that you’re gonna need Vicks
Soon gonna get a fan-base full of chicks
Last show that I had, a ting showed me her tits
CJ calls that a Novelist trick
What gangster? What you telling me cus’?
How you gonna be a gangster when you chat to the fuzz?
Your food’s got a next buzz
Your ting does what the morphine does
Don’t make it a next story cus’
Novelist rep with a set full of thugs
Your girlfriend could never be my girl, my girl wouldn’t wear lean up Uggs
Badman where? Little prick, not a thug
Connect a wasteman’s nose with a spud
Can’t diss a man’s mum
You’ll get slapped like a dark skin hand on a [?]
Man a badman, can’t take [?]
Crew couldn’t do what I’ve done on my ones
When I’m with Pharaoh, we might righteous kill like De Niro, don’t be dumb
Cess ting, I get the best ting from the plug
Sexing with a sket ting, na cus’
Mmm Yeah label, dough’s on the table
Blud are you dumb? Suck your mum
You don’t wanna diss man in my camp, you’ll get spun
Better run when you hear 3, 2, 1
All the man in my camp are big man, are you dumb
Prem come through, it’s like Fee Fo Fum
You don’t wanna have Nigos on your case
You don’t wanna see Reeks with a screwface
T-u-double-g ting in the rave when I play
No we don’t do champagne
What you wanna hear beef for the new campaign?
Novelist can’t do a next man’s lanes, on my mother’s
Can’t put that on my name, on my mother’s
Listen, yo, I’m owning a label
Yes I’m able to be the one that’s putting on bare man
All of the gash wanna get their man
No, no, you can’t scare man
I don’t wanna hear man
You’ll get a dash in the van
If you f with the plan
Master plan, got man that’ll blast a man then get a cab to the gaff
Take a quick time out nap
What you telling me fam? I ain’t letting these man get near, slice a man like deep pan
Heard man are talking about their beef man
But it’s 180 degrees when they see man
Real Gs wanna greet when they meet man
Pengtings wanna beat when they see man
And t-u-double-g gang won’t ever take shit from next man
‘Cause mmm yeah
Saw your girl like
Mmm
Thought to myself like
Yo I’m lke internet connection
Might run for the next election
Girls wanna holla man, bother man on the Gram and DM to your affection
And I’ve got the best selection
I’m gonna put your girl in my collection
I won’t see no imperfections
Draw girls with no-
Yo, God sent me on the Earth with a plan
Got the light in my heart but I’m dark like a tan
Novelist, I came in the game as a made man
With a plan to leave the game as a made man
I gave a lot, now it’s time I take back
Chicks love me, I ain’t giving her hate back
Fuck a gold digger, they want a nigga with a car but my bars are worth more than a Maybach
Niggas wanna send but I can’t rate that
You’ll have to [?]
Oi pussyhole, go get your chain back
Some pussyhole a.k.a wasteman
God knows I’m bringing the game plan
When I’m bringing youngers in the game to make grands
If you ain’t talking a couple of mil’ on the table, I’m not willing to shake hands
‘Cause Nov wait, stop wait
Spin an MC round the block, wait
Bare man around but they’re not great
‘Cause Nov wait, stop wait
Spin an MC round the block, wait
Bare man around but they’re not great
[Outro]
Oi mandem, yo, yo, yo, yo
You know I came to pave the way
Best mind your girl from me ’cause I will take your bae