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