Artist: Justin Timberlake f/ A$AP Rocky, J. Cole, Pusha T, Timbaland Album: TKO (Black Friday Remix) {S} Song: TKO (Black Friday Remix) Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com [Intro: Justin Timberlake] + (Timbaland) I don't understand it, tell me how could you be so low? (In all, in thrilling, new, living, sound) Damn it babe, damn it babe, damn it babe, damn it babe Damn it babe, d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-damn it babe [J. Cole] Blood thicker than water, right? Fuck bitches, they all alike Stand up nigga, not the fallin type, heart blacker than the Harlem nights '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 hoe, 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 playin on your phone Girl what is that, a ringtone? Shit, not you too, man the hype done got you too E'rybody and they momma gassed, even my momma asked what I'ma 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 yo' shit, you don't believe in me, I don't need you, I got me bitch Same nigga moved to N.Y.C. bitch, got a record deal and a college degree bitch Two gold plaques, I produced all the tracks and I never ever ever leaned 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 oughta knock yo' ass out [Chorus: Justin Timberlake] TKO, TKO, TKO {*Timbaland scatting*} TKO I don't understand it, tell me how could you be so low? Damn! TKO Uh, you've been swinging after the bell and after all of the whistle blows Tryin to go below the belt, through my chest Perfect hit to the dome; and damn it babe Damn it babe, damn it babe, damn it babe, damn it babe Damn it babe, d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-damn it babe [A$AP Rocky] All hail Pretty Flacko bitch, celebrate it Had the game on lock, streets serenaded Now you lame muh'fuckers lookin devastated Bet you niggaz 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 rap, fuck that shit he spit, fuck that bitch Fuck that bitch he with, finished talkin shit? Get up off my dick The nonsense is synonymous with comments from the blogs about ménages with the gossips and the bosses, fuck surprises I'm monogamous and not to mention, uh, in my closets is a model chick, grimy gothic fits, trapped inside of it Besides it I'd deny the shit, 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 for 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 [Chorus] - begins over last two lines [Pusha T] J.T., this like déjà vu right? All this album of the year talk, niggaz claimin they're the best out I been hot since +The Purple Tape+ and this Cuban's pokin my chest out They keep callin 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, made her mine, she fall in line and we got some Memoirs of a millionaire, even better I'm a real-lionaire Alaïa skirt, Fendi work, dress my baby like Build-A-Bear Fuck you know about the type of Roley? 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 then sold dope what I made from it No lie, know why? Guy Fish in my bowtie J.T. up in the three-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 D.A. flow, it's lights out, TKO Rahh!