Solo 45, Jammer, Jme, Shorty, Skepta - Muay Thai Kick To Face 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 t heeem!

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

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

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