Lyrics Tko (feat. J Cole, A$AP Rocky & Pusha T).lrc Justin Timberlake
[id: pshjlhum]
[ar: Justin Timberlake]
[ti: Tko (feat. J Cole, A$AP Rocky & Pusha T)]
[by: helloct]
[length: 04:32]
[00:00.05]I don’t understand it
[00:01.20]Tell me, how could you be so low?
[00:04.13](And all in thrilling, new, living sound)
[00:07.75]Dammit babe
[00:13.06]
[00:14.65]Blood thicker than water, right
[00:16.65]Fuck bitches, they all alike
[00:18.39]Stand up nigga, not the fallin’ type
[00:20.08]Heart blacker than a Harlem night
[00:21.76]Til I met you, they say the devil wear Prada
[00:23.80]But I doubt it cause the Lord did bless you
[00:25.05]Damn look at that body
[00:26.61]Short bus shorty, cause it sure is special
[00:28.48]Cole to the rescue, never save a ho
[00:30.40]Hoes like to hide their behavior though
[00:32.34]Thought you was a down ass bitch
[00:33.96]’til I found that shit a couple days ago
[00:35.58]I was home alone, next thing I know
[00:36.64]That long ass verse from a song called “Control” was on
[00:38.83]The room got nearer, the tune got clearer
[00:40.39]That’s when I seen the shit playing on your phone
[00:42.32]Girl, what is that, a ringtone
[00:43.51]Shit, not you too
[00:44.51]Man that hype done got you too
[00:46.32]Everybody and their momma gassed
[00:47.88]Even my momma asked what I’mma do
[00:49.31]Decisions, decisions
[00:50.37]In case this is war, then I load up on all ammunition
[00:52.81]If a nigga want problems, my trigger’s on auto
[00:55.05]I’ll make sure that nobody miss him
[00:56.24]Now pack up your shit, you don’t believe in me
[00:58.30]I don’t need you, I got me, bitch
[00:59.98]Same nigga moved to NYC, bitch
[01:01.54]Got a record deal and a college degree, bitch
[01:03.29]Two gold plaques, I produced all the tracks
[01:04.79]And I never ever ever lean on Jay-Z, bitch
[01:06.85]And after all that achievement
[01:08.22]Real nigga never even went and got his teeth fixed
[01:10.40]Now you try to play me, bitch?
[01:12.10]You try to fuckin’ play me?
[01:14.41]I ought to knock your ass out
[01:16.57]
[01:17.14]TKO, TKO, TKO,
[01:23.06]TKO
[01:25.06]I don’t understand it
[01:26.66]Tell me how could you be so low
[01:31.26]You’ve been swingin’ after the bell and after all of the whistle blows
[01:37.25]Tried to go below the belt
[01:40.21]Through my chest
[01:41.83]Perfect hit to the dome
[01:44.45]Dammit babe
[01:49.32]
[01:52.07]All hail Pretty Flacko, bitch, celebrate it
[01:56.37]Had the game on lock, streets serenaded
[01:59.74]Now you lame mothafuckas lookin’ devastated
[02:03.17]Bet you niggas wish you never hated, that’s the devil ain’t it
[02:06.42]Fuck that shit, he rich, fuck that shit, he this, fuck that shit, he that
[02:10.14]He black, he don’t like blacks, fuck that shit, he wack
[02:12.89]Fuck that shit he raps, fuck that shit he spits, fuck that bitch
[02:16.38]Fuck that bitch he with, finished talking shit? Get up off my dick
[02:19.81]The nonsense is synonymous with comments from the blogs about
[02:23.67]Menages with the gossips and the bosses, fuck surprises
[02:27.22]I’m monogamous and not to mention, in my closet
[02:30.51]Is a model chick, grimey gothic fits, trapped inside of it
[02:33.82]Besides it I’d deny the shit shit, y’all should stop the shit
[02:37.94]I’m the shit, not just kinda sick, the doc prescribed my shit
[02:41.18]Cock it, click-click, opposite, stop and droppin’ shit
[02:44.68]’fore poppin’ shit, from popular to poppin’ picks to poppin’ tits
[02:48.03]She pop her pussy, pop a Xanny, popular for compliments
[02:51.49]Make it rain, she pop that shit, it boosts her confidence
[02:55.11]Was supposed to stop this shit but spit like I forgot some shit
[02:58.53]Forgot the topic, I hope God forgive you, peep my common sense
[03:02.50]
[03:02.56]I don’t understand it
[03:04.09]Tell me how could you be so low
[03:08.58]You’ve been swingin’ after the bell and after all of the whistle blows
[03:14.69]Tried to go below the belt
[03:17.57]Through my chest
[03:19.25]Perfect hit to the dome
[03:21.81]Dammit babe
[03:23.91]
[03:25.34]JT this like deja vu right?
[03:28.80]All this album of the year talk, niggas claimin’ they’re the best out
[03:33.35]I been hot since the Purple Tape and this cuban’s poking my chest out
[03:36.79]They keep callin’ on King Push, this beach chair, I’m stretched out
[03:40.28]My name is my name, bitch, until I’m gone and it’s etched out
[03:43.65]I been known to blow a quarter brick on baby hairs and a messy bun
[03:47.08]If I make her mine, I made her mind, she fall in line and we got some
[03:50.45]Memoirs of a millionaire, even better I’m a reallionaire
[03:54.13]Alaïa skirt, Fendi work, dress my baby like build-a-bear
[03:57.63]Fuck you know about the type of rollie, fuck you know about blowin’ bands
[04:01.06]Bezel on it like a grand circle, diamonds in it, holdin’ hands
[04:04.55]A1 since day 1, I sold dope and my name rung
[04:08.05]I sold dope where I came from and it’s so dope what I made from it
[04:11.42]No lie, know why? Guy Fish in my bowtie
[04:14.91]JT up in the 3 piece and we magic baby like showtime
[04:18.41]She ain’t know, we ain’t know, try to trap her but she ain’t slow
[04:21.90]Once she trap you with the DA flow, it’s lights out
[04:24.42]TKO