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

Blood thicker water, right
Fuck bitches, they all
Stand up nigga, not the falling
Heart blacker the Harlem Nights til I met you,
They say the wear Prada but I doubt it cause the Lord did bless you
Damn at that body
Short bus shorty, you sure is special Cole to the rescue,
save a ho
Hoes like to hide their though
you was a down ass bitch
'Til I that shit a couple days ago, I was home alone
Next thing I know that ass verse from a song called "Control" was on
The room got nearer, the got clearer
That's when I seen the shit playing on phone
Girl, is that a ringtone?
Shit, not you too
Man the done got you too
Everybody and their momma
Even my asked what I'mma do
Decisions,
In case this is war, then I load up on all
If a want problems, my trigger's on auto
I'll make sure that miss him
Now pack up your shit, you don't in me
I don't you, I got me, bitch
nigga moved to NYC, bitch
Got a record deal and a degree, bitch
Two gold plaques, I all the tracks
And I never ever ever lean on Jay-Z,
And all that achievement
Real nigga never even went and got his teeth
Now you try to play me,
You try to fuckin' play me? I ought to your ass out

TKO (TKO, TKO)
TKO
I don't understand it, tell me how you be so low, deo
TKO, you've been swinging after the 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 (Dammit babe)

All Pretty Flacko, bitch, celebrate it
Had the game on lock, serenaded
Now you mothafuckas lookin' devastated
Bet you niggas you never hated, that's the devil ain't it
Fuck shit, he rich, fuck that shit, he this, fuck that shit, he that
He black, he don't like blacks, fuck shit, he wack
Fuck that shit he raps, fuck that shit he spits, fuck that
Fuck that bitch he with, talking shit
Get up off my
The narcissists synonymous with from the blogs about
Menages with the and the bosses, fuck surprises
I'm monogamous and not to mention, in my
Is a model chick, gothic fits, trapped inside of it
Besides it I'd deny the shit, shit y'all should stop the
I'm the shit, not just sick, the doc prescribed my shit
Cock it, click-click, opposite, and droppin' shit
'fore poppin' shit, from popular to 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 supposed to stop this shit but like I forgot some shit (TKO)
the topic, I hope God forgive you, peep my common sense (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 the belt, through my chest, perfect hit to the dome
And babe (Dammit babe)
babe (Dammit babe)
Dammit babe (Dammit babe) JT like deja vu right?

All this album of the talk, niggas claiming they're the best out
I been hot since the Purple 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 it's out
I been known to a quarter brick on baby hairs and a messy bun
If I make her mine, her mind, she fall in line and we got somethin'
Memoirs of a millionaire, better I'm a reallionaire
Alaïa skirt, Fendi work, my baby like build-a-bear
Fuck you know about the Tiger of Rollie, fuck you know about blowin'
Bezel on it like a grand circle, diamonds in it, holdin'
A1 since day 1, I sold dope and my name
I sold dope where I came and it's so dope what I made 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 her but she ain't slow
she trap you with the DA flow, it's lights out, TKO, la!