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LYRICFLUENTGolden Boot Lyrics by Headie One Headie One
Below, you will find the lyrics for Golden Boot by Headie One.
MK the plug
M1 on the beat
MK the plug
M1 on the beat
Turn turn
Bad B come to the niz
Skin all gold she cute
How's her boyfriend pissed cause 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 bands on boots
Them man can't afford no boots
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 cost me a monkey
Opposition wish they can touch me
I remember pedal bike days and the kitchen knife getting fronted
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 Bumpy
My first phone call's my alarm clock
The line too jumpy
I told my young boys fly upsee
I hit shots from far like Roberto Carlos
All I do is organize orders come like I work in Argos
I do it for the bread no hard dough
Headie One need a reload in cargo
Still tryna do it like they did it in Narcos
I put weight on my phone no cardio
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 Marlo
Bad B come to the niz
Skin all gold she cute
How's her boyfriend pissed cause 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
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 cah 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 sawny
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 Cactus Jack or Mick Foley
Bad B come to the niz
Skin all gold she cute
How's her boyfriend pissed cause 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 bands on boots
Them man can't afford no boots
M1 on the beat
MK the plug
M1 on the beat
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