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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 than water, right
bitches, they all alike
Stand up nigga, not the type
Heart blacker the Harlem Nights til I met you,
They say the devil wear Prada but I doubt it cause the did bless you
Damn look at that
bus shorty, cause you sure is special Cole to the rescue,
Never a ho
Hoes to hide their behavior though
you was a down ass bitch
'Til I found that shit a couple days ago, I was alone
Next thing I know that long ass verse a song called "Control" was on
The got nearer, the tune got clearer
That's I seen the shit playing on your phone
Girl, what is that a
Shit, not you too
Man the hype got you too
and their momma gassed
Even my asked what I'mma do
Decisions,
In case this is war, I load up on all ammunition
If a nigga want problems, my on auto
I'll sure that nobody miss him
Now pack up your shit, you don't in me
I don't 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 achievement
Real nigga never even went and got his 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 understand it, me how could you be so low, deo
TKO, you've been swinging after the bell and all of the whistle blows
Tried to go below the belt, my chest, perfect hit to the dome
And babe (Dammit babe)
babe (Dammit babe)
Dammit (Dammit babe)

All hail Pretty Flacko, bitch, 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 like blacks, that shit, he wack
Fuck that he raps, fuck that shit he spits, fuck that bitch
Fuck that bitch he with, finished talking
Get up off my
The narcissists synonymous with comments the blogs about
with the gossips and the bosses, fuck surprises
I'm monogamous and not to mention, in my
Is a model chick, gothic fits, trapped inside of it
it I'd deny the shit, shit y'all should stop the shit
I'm the shit, not just sick, the doc prescribed my shit
Cock it, click-click, opposite, stop and droppin'
'fore poppin' shit, from popular to poppin' 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 spit like I some shit (TKO)
Forgot the topic, I God forgive you, peep my common sense (TKO)

I understand it, tell me how could you be so low, deo
TKO, you've been swinging after the bell and after all of the blows
Tried to go below the belt, through my chest, hit to the dome
And dammit (Dammit babe)
babe (Dammit babe)
Dammit (Dammit babe) JT this like deja vu right?

All album of the year talk, niggas claiming they're the best out
I been hot since the Purple Tape and this poking my chest out
They keep on King Push, this beach chair, I'm stretched out
My name is my name, bitch, I'm gone and it's etched out
I been known to blow a quarter brick on hairs and a messy bun
If I make her mine, made her mind, she fall in line and we got
Memoirs of a millionaire, even better I'm a
Alaïa skirt, 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 day 1, I sold dope and my name rung
I sold dope where I came from and it's so dope what I made 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 her but she ain't slow
Once she trap you with the DA flow, lights out, TKO, la!