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

Blood thicker than water,
Fuck bitches, they all
up nigga, not the falling type
Heart blacker than the Harlem til I met you,
They say the devil wear Prada but I it cause the Lord did bless you
Damn look at that
Short bus shorty, cause you sure is special to the rescue,
save a ho
Hoes like to hide their behavior
you was a down ass bitch
'Til I found that shit a couple days ago, I was home
Next I know that long ass verse from a song called "Control" was on
The room got nearer, the got clearer
when I seen the shit playing on your phone
Girl, what is a ringtone?
Shit, not you too
Man the done got you too
Everybody and momma gassed
Even my momma what I'mma do
Decisions,
In case this is war, I load up on all ammunition
If a want problems, my trigger's on auto
make sure that nobody miss him
Now pack up shit, you don't believe in me
I need you, I got me, bitch
Same nigga moved to NYC,
Got a record deal and a degree, bitch
Two gold plaques, I all the tracks
And I never ever lean 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 play me? I ought to knock your ass out

TKO (TKO, TKO)
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
Tried to go below the belt, through my chest, perfect hit to the
And babe (Dammit babe)
Dammit (Dammit babe)
Dammit (Dammit babe)

All Pretty Flacko, bitch, celebrate it
Had the on lock, streets serenaded
Now you lame mothafuckas lookin'
Bet you niggas you never 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, that shit, he wack
Fuck that he raps, fuck that shit he spits, fuck that bitch
Fuck that bitch he with, finished shit
Get up off my
The synonymous with comments from the blogs about
with the gossips and the bosses, fuck surprises
I'm monogamous and not to mention, in my
Is a model chick, grimey gothic fits, trapped of it
Besides it I'd deny the shit, shit should stop the shit
I'm the shit, not just sick, the doc prescribed my shit
Cock it, click-click, opposite, stop and shit
'fore poppin' shit, from popular to poppin' picks to tits
She pop her pussy, pop a Xanny, for compliments
Make it rain, she pop that shit, it boosts her (TKO)
Was supposed to stop this shit but spit like I forgot shit (TKO)
the topic, I hope God forgive you, peep my common sense (TKO)

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

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