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Artiste : Bankroll Freddie
Titre : TKO
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, Bankroll
True story, yeah, yeah, yeah

I fell in love with the dope game (Dope game), I wasn´t supposed to (Nah)

But mama stressed out and bills late, so what I´m gon´ do? (I gotta get it)
I hit the street headfirst, now I´m the man (The man)
And mama single mother so she doin´ what she can (I got you)
Ayy, what you know ´bout comin´ home, evictions on the door? (Damn)
And I ain´t wanna rob, so the dope game what I chose
The money came fast and I started gettin´ it in
I got addicted to the trap, and now I´m ten years in, swear that I gotta

Had to let it go (Trap, trap, trap)
Looks like another love T.K.O. (Ayy, I fell in love with the street shit)
Woah (Yeah)

Think I better let it go (But this shit made me the man I am today)
Looks like another love T.K.O. (Ayy, I´m saved by the bale for real, nigga)
Woah (On God)

I met a plug, and I was only seventeen (My migo)
He say he had the good, and he had it for the cheap (Gas)
I bought ´em for four-fifty and I sold ´em for the nine (Woo)
So every time I re-up, always double what was mine (I doubled up)
I started gettin´ heavy, gettin´ stupid clientele (I´m heavy)
The next thing I know, I was bustin´ down bales (Bales)
I started coppin´ twenty, so he front me what I buy

Got my first fifty racks and threw them bitches to the sky (To the sky)
(Gotta let it go), but ain´t no stoppin´
I was makin´ 10K a week, and nigga, it´s profit (Racks)
I started to expand and I started gettin´ bigger (Woo)
Started fuckin´ with this nigga named Six-Nine up in Memphis
Big fat nigga, man, the boy was movin´ pounds (Pounds)
He had a big cousin and the boy was gettin´ down (Gettin´)
He scored a hundred pounds, man, each and every week
I thought that boy was one hundred ´til he sent me with police (Rat)

Had to let it go (Money Makin´ Bank, ooh, girl, there goes Freddie)
Looks like another love T.K.O. (Ayy, Bankroll, ayy, Bankroll)
Woah (Yeah)
Think I better let it go (Ayy, man, I love the game, you know, I love the hustle, know a nigga got dope)
Looks like another love T.K.O. (A nigga can leave the league, but if I leave)
Woah (Is fans still gon´ love me?)
The streets don´t love nobody, bro