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letra de tko willmix.1 - the grey poupon don

[intro: justin timberlake (timbaland)]
i don’t understand it
tell me how could you be so low?
(and all in new, thrilling sound)
dammit babe

[verse 1: j. cole]
blood thicker than water, right?
f-ck b-tches, they all alike
stand up n-gga, 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
d-mn look at that body
short bus shawty, 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 -ss b-tch
’til i found that sh-t a couple days ago
i was home alone, next thing i know
that long -ss verse from a song called “control” was on
the room got nearer, the tomb got clearer
that’s when i seen the sh-t playin’ 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 g-ssed
even my momma asked what i’mma do
decisions, decisions
in case this is war, then i load up on all ammunition
if a n-gga want problems, my trigger’s on auto
i’ll make sure that n0body miss him
now pack up your sh-t, you don’t believe in me
i don’t need you, i got me, b-tch
same n-gga moved to nyc, b-tch
got a record deal and a college degree, b-tch
two gold plaques, i produced all the tracks
and i never ever ever lean on jay z, b-tch
and after all that achievement
real n-gga never even went and got his t–th fixed
now you try to play me, b-tch?
i’ll knock your -ss out

[hook: justin timberlake]
tko
i don’t understand it
tell me how could you be so low?
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

[verse 2: the grey poupon don]
blaming me for your faults that’s all wrong my heads strong
stick with a man don’t text me till hes all gone and you all alone
playing these games im rick ross check out his new song its so dope
ifhybily figure out what that means to me
i don’t wanna hear about what your doing cause i know that you’re over me
bringing up the past is to dangerous cause i was blind then but now i can see
those late nights never aiming your arrow right down inside of me
now its trapped there but you walk away you just sit here watch me bleed
remember those days when the only heart that we shared were the color green
now there’s lots of connections man, i guess i was just one of three
tired of being the side man even best friend is not okay with me
woulda went parachuting on a tuesday but now i am always free
you only text me when your drunk ask any one that’s a weeny move
i would have given you my everyhing but you couldn’t give me the truth
everything would come together if you had time to let it reduce
thought i was ready for whats next but then you made that murder move

[hook: justin timberlake]

[verse 3: pusha t]
jt this like deja vu right?
all this album of the year talk
n-ggas 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, b-tch, 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
elias skirt, fendi work, dress my baby like build-a-bear
f-ck you know about the type of rollie, f-ck 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

- the grey poupon don

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