K.O.

(álbum: T.R.U. Realigion - 2011)

[2 Chainz:]
Yeah
Yeah
Okay
Just try it again

When I woke up this morning (Morning), all I could think about was you (You, you, you)
'Cause when I went to sleep last night, all I could think about was you (You, you, you, you)
Adam and Eve, don't eat that fruit
Best believe I'ma eat that, boo
'Cause I'm the nigga that told them niggas that told them niggas 'bout you (You, you, you, you)
Chuck the deuce while I'm riding through (Yeah)
Tity Boi, I might sign a boob (Yeah)
Your nigga hating, tell your nigga that's hating that if he getting some paper, I might sign him too (Oh)
Best believe I'm just sliding through
Pull your panties to the side, let me slide through
I can see you niggas from the side view
I'm in and out the pussy, drive through (Oh)
White coupe with the white rims
I like to crank the top and let the light in
You know she dark skin, her friend light skin
Put us together and it's ice cream (Oh)
Sandwich it, she can't manage it
I know her man is sick, she can't handle it
She need some time alone, I told her, "Call my phone", and when she called my phone, I didn't answer it (Ow)

[2 Chainz:]
K.O. (K.O.), K.O. (K.O.), K.O. (K.O.), K.O. (K.O.)
You wanna smoke 'til your niggas can't smoke no more (Ha)
Roll 'til your bitches can't roll no more
K.O. (K.O.), K.O. (K.O.), K.O. (Knock you down), K.O. (Knock you down)
You wanna pour 'til your niggas can't pour no more (Yeah)
Blow 'til your bitches can't blow no more (Ooh)
K.O. (K.O.), K.O. (Let me hit it), K.O. (Let me hit it), K.O. (Knock you down)
You wanna smoke 'til your niggas can't smoke no more (Ha)
Roll 'til your bitches can't roll no more (Ooh)
K.O. (K.O.), K.O. (Knock you down), K.O. (Let me hit it), K.O. (Let me hit it)
You wanna pour 'til your niggas can't pour no more (Yeah)
Blow 'til your bitches can't blow no more

[Big Sean:]
Do it
I was in Detroit, Michigan not too long ago, uh, visiting with some friends of mine
B-I-G

Okay, I'm in motion, I'm rolling and smoking
And smoking and rolling like I'm locomotion
I'm walking outside and I'm causing commotions
Got purp' and champagne, that's a real nigga potion
I'm burning bread, toasting and joking
'Cause I went from views of my mom's house to views of the ocean (Woah)
Niggas talk shit, but that's free promotion
I'm living my life like the end is approaching
Man, fuck these niggas with a passion (Okay)
I'm getting paid from the cradle to the casket (Do it)
My Grandma said, "Boy, you need to read a Bible chapter"
'Til I bought her ass a house bigger than the pastor's, Hallelujah ('Lujah)
You're now fucking with a bad bitch connoisseur ('Seur)
My ex-girl said, "Man, the fame caught up to you" (To you)
Baby, you don't still think about me (What you mean?)
Wet dream about me (What you mean?)
I swear you use to couldn't wait to K.O

[2 Chainz {Big Sean}:]
K.O. (K.O., {Boy}), K.O. (K.O., {B-I-G}), K.O. (K.O., {Boy}), K.O. (K.O., {Sean Don})
You wanna smoke 'til your niggas can't smoke no more (Ha, {Yeah})
Roll 'til your bitches can't roll no more {Oh, yeah}
K.O. (K.O., {K, K.O.}), K.O. (K.O.), K.O. (Knock you down, {K.O.}), K.O. (Knock you down)
You wanna pour 'til your niggas can't pour no more (Yeah, {Boy, boy, boy})
Blow 'til your bitches can't blow no more (Ooh)
K.O. (K.O.), K.O. (Let me hit it), K.O. (Let me hit it), K.O. (Knock you down)
You wanna smoke 'til your niggas can't smoke no more (Ha)
Roll 'til your bitches can't roll no more (Ooh)
K.O. (K.O., {K.O.}), K.O. (Knock you down), K.O. (Let me hit it), K.O. (Let me hit it)
You wanna pour 'til your niggas can't pour no more (Yeah)
Blow 'til your bitches can't blow no more (Oh, yeah)

[Big Sean:]
Boy, boy, boy, boy