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blasé & luxo - top striker (remix feat. chip & rv) lyrics

[intro]
sk’s movin’ mad y’know
top striker call me thierry
fam, gimme that ball i’m leery
leave a defender all teary
big goalkeepers don’t scare me
top striker call me thierry
fam, gimme that ball i’m leery
leave a defender all teary
uhm

[verse 1: blasé & luxo]
yo, tell a man chip dat stepover skip back
i’m the man in the city like sterling
striker to boss like ole gunnar solskjær
hold that job, know a brudda done earned it
wrighty in the 90’s unlikely that a brudda might miss
opps wanna fight me but they can’t find me, ox in the box im’ma handle my buis’
tell a man p-ss it, pull up and cross it, i’ll bury that sh-t top corner
i’m a winger on the left cut right, you can play me in the middle i’m still top scorer
new studs on my boots i’m bless, no shin pads i live on the edge
i got my bally on the pitch but the referees p-ssed, finna pop that n-gga in the chest
ay hit the ting with the outside foot like roberto, ball in the air all curvy
man a chew gum like fergie, big keano man do ’em all dirty
all my guys are ballers, an’ all my n-ggas are certi
run up on an opp like cruyff, i’ll turn that pr-ck till’ he’s topsy turvy

[pre-chorus: blasé & luxo]
tell a bad girl back it up, rack it up, stack it up, slap it up
turn a mansion to a bando
scoring from the german wing now, call a man jadon sancho
tell a bad girl back it up, rack it up, stack it up, slap it up, rack it up all this [?]
im’ma moonwalk like lingard

[chorus: blasé & luxo]
top striker call me thierry
fam, gimme that ball i’m leery
leave a defender all teary
big goalkeepers don’t scare me
top striker call me thierry
fam, gimme that ball i’m leery
leave a defender all teary
big goalkeepers don’t scare me

[verse 2: chip]
yo, my name should’ve been ruud but my last name ain’t van nistelrooy
like who wants shots? get a clip full boy
i ain’t hittin’ no post or crossbar
if we cross paths you don’t wanna cross bar, not from me
better have your tekkers ready
c on the ball that’s h-lla tekky
who am i, pele, ronaldo or messi?
can’t test in my field i’ve been bad
studs out, aimin’ above your shin pad
handle mine, been sent off i can handle fines
fully hands-on when its handle time, raa
thought he was an mc gunner, breader
look, now he out like wenger, no red cards when i send off
led where your pencil ain’t workin’ (no)
man come with the ink like sterling
man tackle an’ foul no swerving
goal hangs, offsides, still lurkin’
whos emerging? who wants a serving? work him, rack it on sight no tennis
onsight he ain’t on side let’s get him, on green no pitch see my eye dem reddish
top striker, what’s my name? call me chip, p-ssy
thought you scored but you missed rookie
what’s your bets, come we hit the bookies

[verse 3: rv]
rv, top striker im starting eleven
all alone ill bark off the weapon
i ain’t going back on the wing, cah i know feds wanna see r with a 7
[?] rid my bird, now i just laugh at the sentence
put my wrist in the bowl, an’ i bend it harder then beckham
p-ssenger side in my best friends ride, upfront with the 9 like lacazette
my man should’a worked on his stamina, got caught cah he couldn’t catch his breath
bad b said i’m a keeper, calls me petr run up a cheque
tottenham what i rep, buss a man city like pep
step with the mop like a cleaner, or i just shave mans head like the referee
gucci, louis, fendi, i just got free kick no set-piece (free kicks)
everyday ring ring trap, come after the p like sg (get it?)
hit a shot for a nine, an’ bought our one ‘case he try finesse me
greenlight anywhere i see them, spin spin ting light skin like amber
don’t come in the field in tottenham, your heart can’t take it like fabrice muamba
n0body can say that they buss me, the racks that i got i had to acquire
went lv for a t-shirt, 5 on my top like harry maguire

[verse 4: blasé & luxo]
always been a baller, always been a scorer, champions league from academy times
see me step up step up, when i step on the pitch take note like a galaxy 9
man a said writers’ block, i’ll be writing your block, i’ll write off your block in a minute
beg man don’t try ride with the opps
tally enormous, first touch gorgeous, might have to step out in golden boots
might have to step out an’ school these yutes
academy donny, come hold my juice
if you’re kane i’m aguero
i bang hattricks, sombrero
i’m on antics pep guardiola, buss with the tactics
aubama-bloodclart come with the backflips, run it

[chorus: blasé & luxo]
top striker call me thierry
fam, gimme that ball i’m leery
leave a defender all teary
big goalkeepers don’t scare me

[outro: blasé & luxo]
top striker, n-gga i rarely miss
fl!ck it over the head i’m takin’ the p-ss
put it on the spot i bury
an’ a n-gga won’t slip john terry

- blase luxo lyrics

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