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headie one – golden boot lyrics

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(hook)
bad b come to the niz, skin all gold she cute
how’s her boyfriend p-ssed cos she know my tunes
i need me a skeng, i can’t fit it in the ride
we might have to slide with an open boot
scored all of these points this season, ofb won the golden boot
still do it how i did it with scat, we’ve already worn those boots
opps see the offside flag, come like they forgot their boots
them man there selective bad boys, i really don’t know how they pick and choose
the whole gang spent bags on boots, them man can’t afford no boots

(verse1)
i’m married to elizabeth that’s my wife
anything green get bun still do it like i done it like half my life
any sight of the goal man shoot, perform this excellent finish
i do it like kane or lukaku
old school like bergkamp and henry
ammuniton stays on me
keep an eye out for undies
sawn off cuspy and monkey
opposition wish they can touch me
i remember pedal bike days and the kitchen knife getting fronty
now man just fly out the front seat
opps know that the gang too dumpy
age 17 in country, me and jay like lucas and b-mpy
my first phone call’s my alarm clock, the line’s too jumpy
i told my young boys fly upsy
i hit shots from far like roberto carlos
all i do is organise orders, come like i work in argos
i do it for the bread no hardo
headie one need a reload in cargo, still tryna do it like they did it in narcos
i put weight on my phone no carjo
opps see me in the flesh and they can’t help when their heart goes
all we did is pressure these opps, now they can’t stand in the field like mano

(hook)
bad b come to the niz, skin all gold she cute
how’s her boyfriend p-ssed cos she know my tunes
i need me a skeng, i can’t fit it in the ride
we might have to slide with an open boot
scored all of these points this season, ofb ofb ofb

(verse2)
free bradz that’s my guy
someone tell rv to controlla
i was on basic coping
touch road and these tyres got broken
me and this 4s like krept and konan
they soon touch the road all swollen
bet he’s gonna want his boots all golden
can’t tell the gang about scoring
been over them sides there, tryna tear shirts open like hulk hogan
i gotta burn my clothing and dodge the wing cos i like my bread toasted
dem man hope to my downfall and all now they’re still hoping
back then i tried smoke with a sawn off and all now i’m still smoking
just done a whole night shift and all now they’re still calling
t-house looking all scary, have you ever watched conjuring
and that’s all for the bread and wine
that’s even those far from holy
mask on my face
they could’ve been captain jack or mick foley

(hook)
bad b come to the niz, skin all gold she cute
how’s her boyfriend p-ssed cos she know my tunes
i need me a skeng, i can’t fit it in the ride
we might have to slide with an open boot
scored all of these points this season, ofb won the golden boot
still do it how i did it with scat, we’ve already worn those boots
opps see the offside flag, come like they forgot their boots
them man there selective bad boys, i really don’t know how they pick and choose
the whole gang spent bags on boots, them man can’t afford no boots