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I understand it, tell me how could you be so low?
(And all in thrilling, new, sound)
Dammit (Dammit babe)

Blood thicker than water,
Fuck bitches, all alike
Stand up nigga, not the type
blacker than the Harlem Nights til I met you,
They say the devil Prada but I doubt it cause the Lord did bless you
Damn look at that
Short bus shorty, you sure is special Cole to the rescue,
save a ho
Hoes to hide their behavior though
Thought you was a ass bitch
'Til I that shit a couple days ago, I was home alone
Next thing I know that long ass verse from a song "Control" was on
The room got nearer, the got clearer
That's when I seen the shit playing on phone
Girl, what is a ringtone?
Shit, not you too
Man the done got you too
and their momma gassed
Even my momma asked I'mma do
Decisions,
In case this is war, then I load up on all
If a nigga problems, my trigger's on auto
I'll make sure nobody miss 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 college degree,
Two gold plaques, I produced all the
And I never ever lean on Jay-Z, bitch
And after all achievement
Real nigga never went and got his teeth fixed
Now you try to play me,
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, you've been swinging after the and after all of the whistle blows
Tried to go below the belt, through my chest, hit to the dome
And dammit (Dammit babe)
Dammit (Dammit babe)
babe (Dammit babe)

All hail Flacko, bitch, celebrate it
Had the game on lock, streets
Now you mothafuckas lookin' devastated
Bet you wish 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 blacks, fuck that shit, he wack
that shit he raps, fuck that shit he spits, fuck that bitch
Fuck bitch he with, finished talking shit
Get up off my
The synonymous with comments from the blogs about
Menages with the gossips and the bosses, surprises
I'm and not to mention, in my closet
Is a model chick, grimey gothic fits, trapped of it
it I'd deny the shit, shit y'all should stop the shit
I'm the shit, not just kinda sick, the doc my shit
Cock it, click-click, opposite, and droppin' shit
'fore shit, from popular to poppin' picks to poppin' tits
She pop her pussy, pop a Xanny, for compliments
it rain, she pop that shit, it boosts her confidence (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 understand it, tell me how could 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, my chest, perfect hit to the dome
And dammit (Dammit babe)
babe (Dammit babe)
Dammit babe (Dammit babe) JT this like vu right?

All this album of the year talk, niggas claiming they're the 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 is my name, bitch, until I'm gone and it's etched out
I been known to blow a quarter brick on baby hairs and a bun
If I make her mine, made her mind, she fall in and we got somethin'
Memoirs of a millionaire, better I'm a reallionaire
Alaïa skirt, Fendi work, dress my like build-a-bear
Fuck you about the Tiger of Rollie, fuck you know about blowin' bands
Bezel on it like a grand circle, diamonds in it, holdin'
A1 day 1, I sold dope and my name rung
I sold dope where I from and it's so dope what I made from it
No lie, know why? Guy in my bowtie
JT up in the 3 piece and we baby like showtime
She ain't know, we ain't know, try to trap her but she slow
Once she trap you with the DA flow, it's out, TKO, la!