Stormzy Big For Your Boots Lyrics

In your town to-
In your town to-
In your town to-
-night

You’re gettin’ way too big for your boots
You’re never too big for the boot
I got the big size 12’s on my feet
Your face ain’t big for my boot (Skeng chop)
Kick up di yute
Man know that I kick up di yute
Them boy there try twist up the truth
How dare you twist up the truth!

Look, you’re gettin’ way too big for your boots
You’re never too big for the boot
I got the big size 12’s on my feet
Your face ain’t big for my boot (Skeng chop)
Kick up di yute
Man know that I kick up di yute
Them boy there try twist up the truth
How dare you twist up the truth!

Wanna come ’round here like a bad boy? Do it! (Yeah)
Bun all the talkin’, go on then, do it! (Yeah)
Runnin’ through the party, bottle of Bacardi
Bro’s in my ear sayin’, “Stormz, don’t do it” (Huh?)
Devil on my shoulder, I don’t lack (What?)
Hit ’em with a crowbar, I don’t scrap (Yeah)
Even when I’m sober, I’m so gassed
Say you ride, but there’s no car and no mash (What you talkin’ ’bout?)
Clown, stand down! (Yeah)
Never had a MAC-10 or a trey pound (Yeah)
You were never bad then, you ain’t bad now
Never had the MAC then, little n****, 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 (My block)
You’re not Al Capone, you’ll get boxed (Get boxed)
They can take my car and my creps (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 a idiot, move smart
I’ve been killin’ it, new king
N***** ain’t ready for my new stuff
You’re a prick by yourself, go and group up
And when Krept went States for the BET’s
I was covering Krept like a bootcut
Iss mad, it’s a family ting, straight family ting
Them man are broke, no salary ting
Had a peng ting called Amy
Tellin’ me to come ’round hers on a Valerie ting
#Merky, Academy ting
Comin’ like art in a gallery ting
Them boy there wanna chat about bars
Wanna chat about crud but, but, but

Look
I’m too hot
Drug money in my shoebox
I’m the man of the house, all 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 “Hu-blow”, not a “Hu-blot”
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 spliff
Wait (Wait)
I’m bound to ride for Flipz
Real G’s 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
Make a young boy take man’s tings
Try tell me I’m way too big to rebel? (What?)
Nah, man, you’re never too big to rebel (What?)
I was in the O2, singin’ my lungs out
Rude boy, you’re never too big for Adele
Leave my yard, blow a kiss to my girl (Girl)
Salute to my sister as well
Gotta keep trophies down at my mum’s bit
Man, I’m gettin’ way too big for my shelf
Man, I see bare MCs on the sideline
But I still got a couple bangers in the pipeline
Man, I’ve got grown men @ing me bullshit
You’re gettin’ way too old for the timeline
You’re gettin’ way too old for a diss (For a diss)
Shoulda looked after your kids (Your kids)
Get out the booth, go home to your son (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

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