K.O. (feat. Big Sean)

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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 **** that told them **** that told them **** 'bout you (You, you, you, you)

Chuck the deuce while I'm riding through (Yeah)

Tity Boi, I might sign a boob (Yeah)

Your **** hating, tell your **** 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 **** 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)

K.O. (K.O.), K.O. (K.O.), K.O. (K.O.), K.O. (K.O.)

You wanna smoke 'til your **** 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 **** 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 **** 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 **** can't pour no more (Yeah)

Blow 'til your bitches can't blow no more

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 **** potion

I'm burning bread, toasting and joking

'Cause I went from views of my mom's house to views of the ocean (Woah)

**** talk shit, but that's free promotion

I'm living my life like the end is approaching

Man, fuck these **** 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.

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 **** 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 **** 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 **** 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 **** can't pour no more (Yeah)

Blow 'til your bitches can't blow no more (Oh, yeah)

Boy, boy, boy, boy