Lyrics
Skin all gold she cute
Clean sheet on me
Golden boot
Treble on me
Passenger seat
Aim top bins when I shoot
Clean sheet
Turned up bagged that clean sheet
Clean sheet
Turned up bagged that clean sheet
Turned up with the clean sheet on me
When I touch grass
I'll bag that brace
She like throwback kits
In her stadium pics
And poses that serve face
Scored twice
Got a third on the way
Hat tricks each time I play
Treble on me
Passenger seat
Golden boots in the safe
I've been floating through training
Skills and drills
I'll match your work rate
And your friends might guess
Where I'll take you next
But you've got sealed lips In the workplace
Good vibes
And you love a good evening
In your business
Snooping
Preeing
Got a feeling I'll score
Cause they're nothing like me
And the love I'm receiving
And when did tech bros get so boring
You ain't trying hear about finance
And the crypto bros
Can't have a good night
With a red line binance
Try to shine like the lights
And the his and her kits
Got one in your size
If I play too much I'll get fined
And I keep a calm head
When I try that slide
False Nine set score
When I type to a ten
And I feel like Romelu
Switch up quick
To chase new wins
I won't be right back
Like Cancelo
Can't rush
The hits on target
It's top bins
Your friends can't mark him
There's no way
Your group chat starts him
VAR check his lines
And try red card him
And they're bored
Cause we ain't got a shaderoom
You're done being quiet
On a matchday
I got a trophy
Now man's done playing
And a medal when I lift
Said your type
Has watches and chains
But she ain't got
Bracelets, charms or rings
And it might be a foul
In her build up play
And I'm watching the field
Like match of the day
I'm Josep
The flow is decisive
I'm Foden
The wins still exciting
I'm Erling
A world class striker
Send it to bro
The assist like De Bruyne
Like her throwback pics
When she rocks old kits
And her IG lit
She got cold fit pics
And her four pic dumps
Might get a blue tick
And the hair change shades
On a whim
She's got love-heart braids
And away trip pics
And she switch up style with a wig
If she text back fast
It must be a win
I want the Gold Barclays
I'm Arsene
All the Bros linked up
We're the Thurams
I'm the Player Of The Year
Did you notice
And I'll switch up yards like Fulham
Got a full group pic
For your squad depth
There's no bench team moves
I can never get played
When I'm using my head
I'm 06' ZiZou
And I'm tired of indirects
A plain set piece
Is the last real flex
And I ain't gonna stay like the mess
And hide all the flags
For an offside link
The job been causing her stress
Ain't been worth it
We all go through it
Could dip in the middle of your shift
And never come back
You might just do it
And I got flowers on me for the evening
No time if you show me a weak link
Turned up
The clean sheet on me
And the slide so bless
It went top bins
And the late talks
Got me scouting you
Why stress me
When I'm next to you
Save that slot
For the next big move
Heart locked up
Pick a substitute
Chemistry high
Might fall for you
Old school moves
Like 4-4-2
When you see DM's
Then we're opening talks
It's a transfer move
Turned up
With the clean sheet on me
When I touch grass
I'll bag that brace
She like throwback kits
And stadium pics and poses
That serve face
Scored twice
Got a third on the way
Hat tricks each time I play
Got a treble on me
Passenger seat
Golden boots in the safe
Skin all gold she cute
Clean sheet on me
Golden boot
Treble on me
Passenger seat
Aim top bins when I shoot
Clean sheet
Turned up bagged that clean sheet
Clean sheet
Turned up bagged that clean sheet
Skin all gold she cute
Clean sheet on me
Golden boot
Treble on me
Passenger seat
Aim top bins when I shoot
Clean sheet
Turned up bagged that clean sheet
Clean sheet
Turned up bagged that clean sheet
Bagged it
WRITERS
Elliott Awolola
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