Timbaland - TKO (Black Friday Remix) lyrics

[Intro: Justin Timberlake (Timbaland)] I don't understand it Tell me, how could you be so low? (And all in thrilling, new, living sound) Dammit babe (Dammit babe, dammit babe, dammit babe, dammit babe) [Verse 1: J. Cole] Blood thicker than water, right f** b**hes, they all alike Stand up n***a, not the fallin' type Heart blacker than a Harlem night Til I met you, they say the devil wear Prada But I doubt it cause the Lord did bless you Damn look at that body Short bus shorty, cause it sure is special Cole to the rescue, never save a ho Hoes like to hide their behavior though Thought you was a down a** b**h 'til I found that sh** a couple days ago I was home alone, next thing I know That long a** verse from a song called "Control" was on The room got nearer, the tune got clearer That's when I seen the sh** playing on your phone Girl, what is that, a ringtone? sh**, not you too Man that hype done got you too Everybody and their momma ga**ed Even my momma asked what I'mma do Decisions, decisions In case this is war, then I load up on all ammunition If a n***a want problems, my trigger's on auto I'll make sure that nobody miss him Now pack up your sh**, you don't believe in me? I don't need you, I got me, b**h Same n***a moved to NYC, b**h Got a record deal and a college degree, b**h Two gold plaques, I produced all the tracks And I never ever ever lean on Jay-Z, b**h And after all that achievement Real n***a never even went and got his teeth fixed Now you try to play me, b**h? You try to f**in' play me? I ought to knock your a** out (Take out, take out, take out, take out) [Hook: Justin Timberlake] TKO, I don't understand it, tell me how could you be so low damn(take out) You've been swingin' after the bell and after all of the whistle blows Tried to go below the belt, through my chest, perfect hit to the dome Dammit babe (Dammit babe, dammit babe, dammit babe, dammit babe) [Verse 2: A$AP Rocky] All hail Pretty Flacko, b**h, celebrate it Had the game on lock, streets serenaded Now you lame mothaf**as lookin' devastated Bet you n***as wish you never hated, that's the devil ain't it f** that sh**, he rich, f** that sh**, he this, f** that sh**, he that He black, he don't like blacks, f** that sh**, he wack f** that sh** he raps, f** that sh** he spits, f** that b**h f** that b**h he with, finished talking sh**? Get up off my dick The nonsense is synonymous with comments from the blogs about Menages with the gossips and the bosses, f** surprises I'm monogamous and not to mention, in my closet Is a model chick, grimey gothic fits, trapped inside of it Besides it I'd deny the sh** sh**, y'all should stop the sh** I'm the sh**, not just kinda sick, the doc prescribed my sh** co*k it, click-click, opposite, stop and droppin' sh** 'fore poppin' sh**, from popular to poppin' picks to poppin' tits She pop her p**y, pop a Xanny, popular for compliments Make it rain, she pop that sh**, it boosts her confidence Was supposed to stop this sh** but spit like I forgot some sh** Forgot the topic, I hope God forgive you, peep my common sense (Take out, take out, take out) [Hook: Justin Timberlake] TKO, I don't understand it, tell me how could you be so low You've been swingin' after the bell and after all of the whistle blows Tried to go below the belt, through my chest, perfect hit to the dome Dammit babe (Dammit babe, dammit babe, dammit babe, dammit babe) [Verse 3: Pusha T] JT this like deja vu right? All this album of the year talk, n***as claimin' they're the best out I been hot since the Purple Tape and this cuban's poking my chest out They keep callin' on King Push, this beach chair, I'm stretched out My name is my name, b**h, until I'm gone and it's etched out I been known to blow a quarter brick on baby hairs and a messy bun If I make her mine, I made her mind, she fall in line and we got some Memoirs of a millionaire, even better I'm a reallionaire Alaïa skirt, Fendi work, dress my baby like build-a-bear f** you know about the type of rollie? f** you know about blowin' bands? Bezel on it like a grand circle, diamonds in it, holdin' hands A1 since day 1, I sold dope and my name rung I sold dope where I came from and it's so dope what I made from it No lie, know why? Guy Fish in my bowtie JT up in the 3 piece and we magic baby like showtime She ain't know, we ain't know, try to trap her but she ain't slow Once she trap you with the DA flow, it's lights out, TKO