Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song TKO, artist - Justin Timberlake.
Date of issue: 10.12.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
TKO |
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) |
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 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 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) |
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 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 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) |
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, 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 one, I sold dope and my name rung |
I sold dope where I came from and it’s so dope what I made from it |
No lie, know why? |
Guy Fish in my bowtie |
JT 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 DA flow, it’s lights out, TKO |