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I don't understand it, tell me how you be so low?
(And all in thrilling, new, sound)
Dammit (Dammit babe)

Blood thicker water, right
Fuck bitches, they all
up nigga, not the falling type
Heart blacker the Harlem Nights til I met you,
They say the devil Prada but I doubt it cause the Lord did bless you
Damn at that body
Short bus shorty, cause you is special Cole to the rescue,
save a ho
Hoes like to their behavior though
Thought you was a down ass
'Til I found shit a couple days ago, I was home alone
Next thing I know that long ass verse from a called "Control" was on
The got nearer, the tune got clearer
when I seen the shit playing on your phone
Girl, is that a ringtone?
Shit, not you too
Man the done got you too
Everybody and their gassed
Even my momma what I'mma do
Decisions,
In case this is war, then I up on all ammunition
If a nigga want problems, my trigger's on
I'll make sure that nobody him
Now pack up your shit, you don't in me
I don't need you, I got me,
Same nigga moved to NYC,
Got a record deal and a degree, bitch
Two plaques, I produced all the tracks
And I never ever ever on Jay-Z, bitch
And after all that
Real nigga never even went and got his teeth
Now you try to me, bitch?
You try to fuckin' play me? I ought to knock ass out

TKO (TKO, TKO)
TKO
I don't it, tell me how could you be so low, deo
TKO, been swinging after the bell and after all of the whistle blows
Tried to go below the belt, my chest, perfect hit to the dome
And dammit (Dammit babe)
babe (Dammit babe)
Dammit (Dammit babe)

All hail Flacko, bitch, celebrate it
Had the on lock, streets serenaded
Now you lame mothafuckas devastated
Bet you niggas wish you hated, that's the devil ain't it
Fuck that shit, he rich, that shit, he this, fuck that shit, he that
He black, he don't like blacks, fuck shit, he wack
Fuck that he raps, fuck that shit he spits, fuck that bitch
Fuck that bitch he with, talking shit
Get up off my
The narcissists synonymous comments from the blogs about
Menages the gossips and the bosses, fuck surprises
I'm and not to mention, in my closet
Is a model chick, grimey fits, trapped inside of it
Besides it I'd the shit, shit y'all should stop the shit
I'm the shit, not just kinda sick, the doc prescribed my
Cock it, click-click, opposite, stop and shit
'fore poppin' shit, from popular to poppin' to poppin' tits
She pop her pussy, pop a Xanny, for compliments
Make it rain, she pop shit, it boosts her confidence (TKO)
Was supposed to stop this shit but like I forgot some shit (TKO)
Forgot the topic, I hope God forgive you, peep my sense (TKO)

I don't understand it, tell me how you be so low, deo
TKO, you've been after the bell and after all of the whistle blows
to go below the belt, through my chest, perfect hit to the dome
And babe (Dammit babe)
babe (Dammit babe)
Dammit babe (Dammit babe) JT this like deja vu

All this album of the year talk, claiming they're the best out
I been hot since the Tape and this cuban's poking my chest out
They keep calling on King Push, this chair, I'm stretched out
My name is my name, bitch, until I'm and it's etched out
I been known to blow a quarter brick on baby and a messy bun
If I make her mine, made her mind, she in line and we got somethin'
Memoirs of a millionaire, even I'm a reallionaire
Alaïa skirt, Fendi work, dress my baby build-a-bear
you know about the Tiger of Rollie, fuck you know about blowin' bands
Bezel on it like a circle, diamonds in it, holdin' hands
A1 day 1, I sold dope and my name rung
I sold dope where I came from and so dope what I made from it
No lie, know why? Guy Fish in my
JT up in the 3 piece and we magic like showtime
She ain't know, we ain't know, try to trap her but she ain't
Once she trap you with the DA flow, it's out, TKO, la!