Solo 45 Muay Thai Kick To Face song lyrics

P-p-p-p-p-pow pow pow

Mu-Muay Th-Th-Th-Ththai kick to face!

Mu-Muay Thai kick to face!

Muay Thai!

Forget the guns, forget the knives

I'm deading him straight!

Muay Thai kick to face!

I'll muller them

I'll muller them

I'll muller theeeem!

Muay thai fighters, BJJ, MMA fighters

Boy Better Know

Boy boy better know

Boy boy boy boy boy better know!

Final stage!

Sweeeeping!

Elbow!

Kick, punch, elbow!

Elbow. Elbow!

You can't tell me jack

Man could never be wack

'Cos I've never had a sidewinder tape pack

Now I'm the bad man on the track

'Cos I never had a studio back in the day

Now I pick up the mic and spray

'Cos I never had enough on my brain to say

The shit that I say today?

I've never had a thought in my mind that's weak

Come against me that's peak

'Cos I never had a leng when I rolled on the streets

But I'll leng man down on the beat

'Cos I never had a care for any man's feelings

Fuck all your back street dealings!

'Cos I never had a penny in my pocket at start

But I'm here now - so do the math rude boy

We run this x8

I run the game I don't walk the track

I run the ball like a quarterback

If I sell a man a draw but he don't like my weed, believe me. He can't bring the quarterback!

I don't like the thought of that

When i'm in the club I don't roll the stack

When i'm in the club I pull dem out

Champagne, Grey Goose, Jack Daniels at my table, man has got all of that

I don't wanna know where Jon Artelli is, I just wanna know where broaders at

After the dance go back to the yard, the mandem better not call the flat

And I'll end to all of that

Man try and violate Boy Better Know then Boy Better Know where the borders at

When I was younger I had the ladies gassed

More time I was dressed in black

Thinsulate hat, so like Justin Timberlake I brought sexy back

But I don't wanna get caught in the trap

It's no biggie, I got 2 packs

I'mma put it on, and like Santa Claus I won't stop til' I empty the sack

My crew know that I back them anytime

I get the toys out when it's playtime

And if my 02's off tell man ring me on my BBK line

Til' then i'll be sittin' in my house with a big spliff watching Babestation daytime

Boy Better Know that's the family tree so fuck what they sayin' on the grape vine

We run this x8

How should I start this, lemme just get straight down to the point

Mana go on road like the mafia

When I no mo' see ya man dem are moist

And I no mo' see ya man when ya shook, when it goes off none of them are making noise

Nuff of them are running up and down with the loose chat that's solely 'cos they're taking roids

Now man thinks that he's E man so it's not grappling ting when I see man

Bullets will tear through skin

All that muscle ain't botherin' me fam

Kitchen, chefin', stretching out the ting like a rubber band

I can defend my corner, worse way tump in the face - clubbalang!

Who's runnin' it like us?

No one here get on your bike cuz

Look at the way we flow, righteous

Everything gold, we got the Midas touch

We got the bide's fuck

Lately sick in the mindframe

Don't care 'bout you forget the mindgames

Everywhere I go you know my name

Can't keep up get out of my lane

You just not moeshy enough

See me in the dance I'm holdin' the cup

By the end of the night might roll with a slut

I love my team to the death anybody fall down I'm holdin' 'em up

Go with the big dargs, you roll with the pups

Moesh, I got the flow with my guts

We run this x8