A lot of motherf*ckers want to be that type
But you not that nice, yeah you not that guy
On the road they all want to be a big star but the lights too bright
And the rent still due, but the price too high
And you need a good kick, this is not muay thai
Back up, back up
Back up for the one time
Bad chick, come through 'til the sunshine
Raw hit, got it clapping like the drumline
No Mac, but the fem so divine, love that feline
A big dog shouldn't mix with a cat
I told her turn that ass round, like I'm flipping a pack, uh
I can pressure the pocket, if you tryin' to take a sack
I be bullshitting, rolling up a wood with a black
See the cards unfolding, texas hold 'em, born with motion but I don't know jack
I be rolling through the city with a couple of racks
Just to drop a couple hundred, that's the pretty boy tax
Bitch give me a pen, because I'm signing the check
Had to cop another Cuban just cool off the neck
All the zeroes in my pocket tryin' to get me erect
But still I swear I see
A lot of motherf*ckers want to be that type
But you not that nice, yeah you not that guy
On the road they all want to be a big star but the lights too bright
And the rent still due, but the price too high
And you need a kick back , this is not muay thai
Back up, back up back
Back up, back up back
Back up, back up back
Back up, back up back
Back up, back up like
Wasting every second tryin' to be a superstar
Let's boogie down tonight, it's me and you or me and that guitar
No Kurt Cobain, I'm in the stars
I'm way too far for you to catch it
Like baby it's just pussy, why you act like I'm indebted
This dick is like a platinum card the way that I get credit
I'm stacking up my score like baby check up on my references
I'm a gold link man, got a tax write off on every one of my necklaces
And my jewelry box is my evidence, oh man oh damn I
Percolate inside this function
Overwhelmed off over-f*cking
Rolled at six, we up to something
Easy bake, I puff her muffins
Rolling loud and rolling stones
Ten missed calls inside my phone
Two doors down, she home alone
Well not no more, ha
Senior - muay thai Lyrics
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A lot of motherf*ckers want to be that type
But you not that nice, yeah you not that guy
On the road they all want to be a big star but the lights too bright
And the rent still due, but the price too high
And you need a good kick, this is not muay thai
Back up, back up
Back up for the one time
Bad chick, come through 'til the sunshine
Raw hit, got it clapping like the drumline
No Mac, but the fem so divine, love that feline
A big dog shouldn't mix with a cat
I told her turn that ass round, like I'm flipping a pack, uh
I can pressure the pocket, if you tryin' to take a sack
I be bullshitting, rolling up a wood with a black
See the cards unfolding, texas hold 'em, born with motion but I don't know jack
I be rolling through the city with a couple of racks
Just to drop a couple hundred, that's the pretty boy tax
Bitch give me a pen, because I'm signing the check
Had to cop another Cuban just cool off the neck
All the zeroes in my pocket tryin' to get me erect
But still I swear I see
A lot of motherf*ckers want to be that type
But you not that nice, yeah you not that guy
On the road they all want to be a big star but the lights too bright
And the rent still due, but the price too high
And you need a kick back , this is not muay thai
Back up, back up back
Back up, back up back
Back up, back up back
Back up, back up back
Back up, back up like
Wasting every second tryin' to be a superstar
Let's boogie down tonight, it's me and you or me and that guitar
No Kurt Cobain, I'm in the stars
I'm way too far for you to catch it
Like baby it's just pussy, why you act like I'm indebted
This dick is like a platinum card the way that I get credit
I'm stacking up my score like baby check up on my references
I'm a gold link man, got a tax write off on every one of my necklaces
And my jewelry box is my evidence, oh man oh damn I
Percolate inside this function
Overwhelmed off over-f*cking
Rolled at six, we up to something
Easy bake, I puff her muffins
Rolling loud and rolling stones
Ten missed calls inside my phone
Two doors down, she home alone
Well not no more, ha
But you not that nice, yeah you not that guy
On the road they all want to be a big star but the lights too bright
And the rent still due, but the price too high
And you need a good kick, this is not muay thai
Back up, back up
Back up for the one time
Bad chick, come through 'til the sunshine
Raw hit, got it clapping like the drumline
No Mac, but the fem so divine, love that feline
A big dog shouldn't mix with a cat
I told her turn that ass round, like I'm flipping a pack, uh
I can pressure the pocket, if you tryin' to take a sack
I be bullshitting, rolling up a wood with a black
See the cards unfolding, texas hold 'em, born with motion but I don't know jack
I be rolling through the city with a couple of racks
Just to drop a couple hundred, that's the pretty boy tax
Bitch give me a pen, because I'm signing the check
Had to cop another Cuban just cool off the neck
All the zeroes in my pocket tryin' to get me erect
But still I swear I see
A lot of motherf*ckers want to be that type
But you not that nice, yeah you not that guy
On the road they all want to be a big star but the lights too bright
And the rent still due, but the price too high
And you need a kick back , this is not muay thai
Back up, back up back
Back up, back up back
Back up, back up back
Back up, back up back
Back up, back up like
Wasting every second tryin' to be a superstar
Let's boogie down tonight, it's me and you or me and that guitar
No Kurt Cobain, I'm in the stars
I'm way too far for you to catch it
Like baby it's just pussy, why you act like I'm indebted
This dick is like a platinum card the way that I get credit
I'm stacking up my score like baby check up on my references
I'm a gold link man, got a tax write off on every one of my necklaces
And my jewelry box is my evidence, oh man oh damn I
Percolate inside this function
Overwhelmed off over-f*cking
Rolled at six, we up to something
Easy bake, I puff her muffins
Rolling loud and rolling stones
Ten missed calls inside my phone
Two doors down, she home alone
Well not no more, ha
Writer: Brandon Lee
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