TKO (Black Friday Remix) de Justin Timberlake

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

Blood thicker than water, right?
Fuck bitches, they all alike
Stand up nigga, 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 shawty, 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 ass bitch
'Til I found that shit a couple days ago
I was home alone, next thing I know
That long ass verse
from a song called "Control" was on
The room got nearer, the tomb got clearer
That's when I seen the shit playin' on your phone
Girl, what is that? A ringtone?
Shit, not you too
Man that hype done got you too
Everybody and their momma gassed
Even my momma asked what I'mma do
Decisions, decisions
In case this is war,
then I load up on all ammunition
If a nigga want problems,
my trigger's on auto
I'll make sure that nobody miss him
Now pack up your shit, you don't believe in me
I don't need you, I got me, bitch
Same nigga moved to NYC, bitch
Got a record deal and a college degree, bitch
Two gold plaques, I produced all the tracks
And I never ever ever lean on Jay Z, bitch
And after all that achievement
Real nigga never even went and got his teeth fixed
Now you try to play me, bitch?
You try to fuckin' play me?
I ought to knock your ass out

TKO
I don't understand it
Tell me how could you be so low?
Been swinging 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
This ain't the girl I used to know
No, not anymore, TKO

All hail Pretty Flacko, bitch, celebrate it
Had the game on lock, streets serenaded
Now you lame mothafuckas lookin' devastated
Bet you niggas wish you never hated,
that's the devil ain't it?
Fuck that shit, he rich,
fuck that shit,
he this, fuck that shit, he that
He black, he don't like
blacks, fuck that shit, he wack
Fuck that shit he raps,
fuck that shit he spits, fuck that bitch
Fuck that bitch he with,
finished talking shit? Get up off my dick
The nonsense is synonymous
with comments from the blogs about
Menages with the gossips and the bosses,
fuck 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 shit
Y'all should stop the shit
I'm the shit, not just kinda sick,
the doctor prescribed my shit
Cock it, click-click, opposite, stop and dropin' shit
'fore poppin' shit,
from popular to poppin' picks to poppin' tits
She pop her pussy, pop a xanny,
popular for compliments
Make it rain, she pop that shit,
it boosts her confidence
Was supposed to stop this shit
but spit like I forgot some shit
Forgot the topic, I hope God forgive you,
peep my common sense

TKO
I don't understand it
Tell me how could you be so low?
Been swinging 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
This ain't the girl I used to know
No, not anymore, TKO

JT this like deja vu right?
All this album of the year talk
Niggas claiming they're the best out
I been hot since the Purple Tape
And this cuban's poking my chest out
They keep calling on King Push
This beach chair, I'm stretched out
My name 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 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
Elias skirt, Fendi work,
dress my baby like build-a-bear
Fuck you know about the type of rollie,
fuck 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 all 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

No lo entiendo
Dime, cómo pudiste ser tan baja?
(Y todo en un sonido nuevo y emocionante)
Maldita sea, cariño

Sangre más espesa que el agua, verdad?
Que le den a las perras, todas son iguales
Levántate, colega, no eres del tipo que se rinde
Corazón más negro que una noche en Harlem
Hasta que te conocí, dicen que el diablo viste de Prada
Pero lo dudo porque el Señor te bendijo
Mira esa figura
Peke, porque realmente es especial
Cole al rescate, nunca salvo a una chava
Las chicas suelen ocultar su comportamiento, claro
Pensé que eras una chica auténtica
Hasta que descubrí esa movida hace un par de días
Estaba solo en casa, y de repente me llegó
Ese verso largo,
de una canción llamada "Control"
La habitación se acercó, la tumba se aclaró
Ahí fue cuando vi lo que estaba reproduciendo en tu teléfono
Chica, qué es eso? Un tono de llamada?
Vaya, tú también
Hombre, ese entusiasmo te atrapó a ti también
Todo el mundo y sus mamás están emocionados
Incluso mi mamá preguntó qué voy a hacer yo
Decisiones, decisiones
En caso de que esto sea guerra,
entonces me cargo con toda la munición
Si alguien quiere problemas,
mi gatillo está en automático
Me aseguraré de que nadie lo eche de menos
Ahora recoge tus cosas, si no crees en mí
No te necesito a ti, tengo para mí misma, perra
El mismo tío se mudó a Nueva York, perra
Con un contrato discográfico y un título universitario,
perra
Dos placas doradas, produje todas las pistas
Y nunca jamás me apoyo en Jay Z,
perra
Y después de todo ese logro
Un hombre real ni siquiera ha ido a arreglarse los dientes
Ahora intentas jugar conmigo?, perra?
Dijiste maldita sea jugarme?,
Debería darte un buen golpe

KO
No lo entiendo
Dime cómo pudiste ser tan baja?
Estuve peleando después de la campana
y después de todos los pitidos
Intenté ir por debajo del cinturón,
a través de mi pecho; golpe perfecto para la cabeza
Maldita sea cariño  
Esta no es la chica que solía conocer  

No ya no más,{TKO}

Todos saluden a Pretty Flacko,

perra celebra eso 

Tenía el juego bajo control, 

las calles cantaban 

Ahora ustedes fracasados parecen devastados 

Apuesto a que desearían nunca haber odiado, 

ese es el diablono? 
Que le den a esa mierda, 
él es rico, 
que le den a esa mierda, 
él es esto; que le den a esa mierda; él es aquello 
Es negro; no le gusta 
los negros: 
que le den a esa mierda; 
es malo 
Que le den a esa mierda; 
lo rapta; 
que le den a esa perra 
que tenga la charla basura. Terminaste? Salte de mi polla& nbsp;

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