Lyrics TKO - Black Friday Remix - Justin Timberlake , Pusha T
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
falling
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
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
tune
got
clearer
That's
when
I
seen
the
shit
playing
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
You've
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
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
doc
prescribed
my
shit
Cock
it,
click-click,
opposite,
stop
and
droppin'
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
You've
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
Alaïa
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
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