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Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeTko (Black Friday Remix) (Feat. J. Cole, Asap Rocky, Pusha T)
I don't understand itTell me how could you be so low?(And all in thrilling, new, living sound) Dammit babe[J. Cole]Blood thicker than water, rightFuck bitches, they all alikeStand up niggaNot the falling typeHeart blacker than a Harlem nightTil I met you, they say the devil wear PradaBut I doubt it cause the Lord did bless youDamn look at that bodyShort bus shorty, cause it sure is specialCole to the rescue, never save a hoHoes like to hide their behavior thoughThought you was a down ass bitch'til I found that shit a couple days agoI was home alone, next thing I knowThat long ass verseFrom a song called "Control" was onThe room got nearer, the tune got clearerThat's when I seen the shit playing on your phoneGirl, what is that, a ringtoneShit, not you tooMan that hype done got you tooEverybody and their momma gassedEven my momma asked what I'mma doDecisions, decisionsIn case this is warThen I load up on all ammunitionIf a nigga want problems, my trigger's on autoI'll make sure that nobody miss himNow pack up your shit, you don't believe in meI don't need you, I got me, bitchSame nigga moved to Nyc, bitchGot a record dealAnd a college degree, bitchTwo gold plaques, I produced all the tracksAnd I never ever ever lean on Jay-Z, bitchAnd after all that achievementReal nigga never even went and got his teeth fixedNow you try to play me, bitch?You try to fuckin' play me? I ought to knock your ass outTko, I don't understand itTell me how could you be so lowYou've been swinging after the bellAnd after all of the whistle blowsTried to go below the beltThrough my chest, perfect hit to the domeDammit babeThis ain't the girl I used to knowNo, not anymore, Tko[A$Ap Rocky]All hail Pretty Flacko, bitch, celebrate itHad the game on lock, streets serenadedNow you lame mothafuckasLookin' devastatedBet you niggas wish you never hated, that's the devil ain't itFuck that shit, he rich, fuck that shit, he thisFuck that shit, he thatHe black, he don't like blacksFuck that shit, he wackFuck that shit he rapsFuck that shit he spits, fuck that bitchFuck that bitch he with, finished talking shitGet up off my dickThe nonsense is synonymous with commentsFrom the blogs aboutMenages with the gossips and the bossesFuck surprisesI'm monogamous and not to mention, in my closetIs a model chick, grimey gothic fits, trapped inside of itBesides it I'd deny the shitY'all should stop the shitI'm the shit, not just kinda sickThe doc prescribed my shitCock it, click-click, opposite, stop and droppin' shit'Fore poppin' shit, from popularTo poppin' picks to poppin' titsShe pop her pussy, pop a XannyPopular for complimentsMake it rain, she pop that shitIt boosts her confidenceWas supposed to stop this shitBut spit like I forgot some shitForgot the topic, I hope God forgive youPeep my common senseTko, I don't understand itTell me how could you be so lowYou've been swinging after the bellAnd after all of the whistle blowsTried to go below the beltThrough my chest, perfect hit to the domeDammit babeThis ain't the girl I used to know, no, not anymoreTko[Pusha T]Jt this like deja vu right?All this album of the year talkNiggas claiming they're the best outI been hot since the Purple TapeAnd this cuban's poking my chest outThey keep calling on King Push, this beach chairI'm stretched outMy name is my name, bitchUntil I'm gone and it's etched outI been known to blow a quarter brick on babyHairs and a messy bunIf I make her mine, I made her mindShe fall in line and we got someMemoirs of a millionaire, even better I'm a reallionaireAlaïa skirt, Fendi workDress my baby like build-a-bearFuck you know about the type of rollieFuck you know about blowin' bandsBezel on it like a grand circle, diamonds in itHoldin' handssince day 1, I sold dope and my name rungI sold dope where I came fromAnd it's all dope what I made from itNo lie, know why?Guy Fish in my bowtieJt up in the 3 piece and we magic babyLike showtimeShe ain't know, we ain't know, try to trap herBut she ain't slowOnce she trap you with the Da flowIt's lights out, Tko
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