TKO(Black Friday Remix|Explicit) - Justin Timberlake

Tko (技术击倒) (Black Friday Remix) - Justin Timberlake (贾斯汀·汀布莱克)/J. Cole (J. 科尔)/A$AP Rocky/Pusha T
Written by：Written by：JustinTimberlake/JeromeHarmon/TimothyMosley/JamesFauntleroy
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
Dammit babe
Blood thicker than water right
F**k b**ches they all alike
Stand up ni**a not the fallin' type
Heart blacker than a Harlem night
Till 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**ch
'Til I found that sh*t 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*t playing on your phone
Girl what is that a ringtone
Sh*t 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 ni**a want problems my trigger's on auto
I'll make sure that nobody miss him
Now pack up your sh*t you don't believe in me
I don't need you I got me b**ch
Same ni**a moved to NYC b**ch
Got a record deal and a college degree b**ch
Two gold plaques I produced all the tracks
And I never ever ever lean on Jay Z b**ch
And after all that achievement
Real ni**a never even went and got his teeth fixed
Now you try to play me b**ch
You try to f**kin' play me I ought to knock your a** out
TKO
TKO
TKO
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
Dammit babe dammit babe
All hail pretty flacko b**ch celebrate it
Had the game on lock streets serenaded
Now you lame mothaf**ker lookin' devastated
Bet you niggas wish you never hated that's the devil ain't it
F**k that sh*t he rich f**k that sh*t he this f**k that sh*t he that
He black he don't like blacks f**k that sh*t he wack
F**k that sh*t he raps f**k that sh*t he spits f**k that b**ch
F**k that b**ch he with finished talking sh*t get up off my dick
The nonsense is synonymous with comments from the blogs about
Menages with the gossips and the bosses f**k 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*t sh*t y'all should stop the sh*t
I'm the sh*t not just kinda sick the doc prescribed my sh*t
Cock it click click opposite stop and droppin' sh*t
'Fore poppin' sh*t from popular to poppin' picks to poppin' tits
She pop her p**sy pop a xanny popular for compliments
Make it rain she pop that sh*t it boosts her confidence
Was supposed to stop this sh*t but spit like I forgot some sh*t
Forgot the topic I hope God forgive you peep my common sense
I don't understand it tell me how could you be so low
TKO
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
JT this like deja vu right
All this album of the year talk niggas 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**ch 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
Alaï a skirt Fendi work dress my baby like build a bear
F**k you know about the type of Rollie f**k you know about blowin' bands
Bezel on it like a grand circle diamonds in it holdin' hands
A1 since day 1 I sold d**e and my name rung
I sold d**e where I came from
And it's so d**e 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