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

Blood thicker water, right
bitches, they all alike
Stand up nigga, not the type
Heart than the Harlem Nights til I met you,
They say the wear Prada but I doubt it cause the Lord did bless you
Damn look at body
Short bus shorty, cause you sure is Cole to the rescue,
Never a ho
Hoes like to hide their behavior
Thought you was a ass bitch
'Til I found that shit a couple days ago, I was alone
Next thing I know that long ass verse from a song "Control" was on
The got nearer, the tune got clearer
That's when I seen the shit on your phone
Girl, what is that a
Shit, not you too
Man the hype got you too
Everybody and their momma
Even my momma asked I'mma do
Decisions,
In case is war, then I load up on all ammunition
If a nigga problems, my trigger's on auto
I'll sure that nobody miss him
Now up your shit, you don't believe in me
I don't need you, I got me,
Same nigga moved to NYC,
Got a deal and a college degree, bitch
Two plaques, I produced all the tracks
And I never ever ever lean on Jay-Z,
And all that achievement
Real nigga even went and got his teeth fixed
Now you try to play me,
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 swinging after 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)
Dammit (Dammit babe)
babe (Dammit babe)

All hail Pretty Flacko, bitch, it
Had the game on lock, streets
Now you mothafuckas lookin' devastated
Bet you niggas wish you hated, that's the devil ain't it
Fuck that shit, he rich, fuck that shit, he this, that shit, he that
He black, he don't blacks, fuck that shit, he wack
Fuck that shit he raps, fuck that shit he spits, fuck that
Fuck that he with, finished talking shit
Get up off my
The narcissists synonymous with comments from the about
Menages the gossips and the bosses, fuck surprises
I'm and not to mention, in my closet
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
it, click-click, opposite, stop and droppin' shit
'fore poppin' shit, popular to poppin' picks to poppin' tits
She pop her pussy, pop a Xanny, popular for
Make it rain, she pop that shit, it boosts her (TKO)
Was to stop this shit but spit like I forgot some shit (TKO)
Forgot the topic, I God forgive you, peep my common sense (TKO)

I don't it, tell me how could you be so low, deo
TKO, you've been swinging the bell and after all of the whistle blows
Tried to go 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 Purple Tape and this cuban's poking my out
They calling on King Push, this beach 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 her mine, made her mind, she fall in line and we got somethin'
Memoirs of a millionaire, even better I'm a
skirt, Fendi work, dress my baby like build-a-bear
Fuck you know about the Tiger of Rollie, you know about blowin' bands
on it like a grand circle, diamonds in it, holdin' hands
A1 since day 1, I sold dope and my name
I sold dope where I came from and it's so dope what I from it
No lie, know why? Guy Fish in my
JT up in the 3 piece and we magic baby like
She ain't know, we ain't know, try to trap her but she slow
Once she trap you the DA flow, it's lights out, TKO, la!