Big K.R.I.T. Ft. Rick Ross - New Agenda Lyrics:
Bitch I got a new agenda
Grippin' grain 'till I catch a splinter
Strip a pole, set it in the middle
For them busters, down to toke a little oh!
Bi-bi-bi-bi-bitch I got a new agenda
Time and time again
And time and time and time again
I tried to tell these hoes
Time and time again
And time and time and time again
I tried to tell these hoes
Bitch I got a new agenda
Doin' two a days in my Cadillac
Flex around me, I might take your bitch and not give her back
Nigga cutthroat, nigga cutthroat, nigga cutthroat
He ain't give you money to give to me bitch?
Then what you fuck for?
Ducked off in that corner store , whoaa
Yeah I got some gators but I need some more
'Em white wall, 'em white wall, it was super cold
Since a grasshopper all I ever wanted was some triple golds
'Em Daytons and that my bass boss
Tryna fuck with these sub woofers might blow your face off!
Take your ? off, super sipping, settle down
And let me check your ties, I roll around
Bitch I got a new agenda
Grippin' grain 'till I catch a splinter
Strip a pole, set it in the middle
For them busters, down to toke a little oh!
Bi-bi-bi-bi-bitch I got a new agenda
Time and time again
And time and time and time again
I tried to tell these hoes
Time and time again
And time and time and time again
I tried to tell these hoes
Bitch I got a new agenda
[Rick Ross:]
Gold teeth on my pitbull your bitch bringing me breakfast
Just got me two coupes, them hoes Jeremy choppers
Hating niggas so petty, all I chase is that lettuce
Top down on my fitted,
Pittsburgh like Bettis
Smiling like I'm William the Refrigerator Perry
6 mill for the condo,
That extra 2 for that terrace
All I want is that lemon pepper, but the flavors vary
Got head in Paris,
My AP canaries
See me on that cover of Rolling Stone embellished
Diamond drill for my neck,
Them tats all on my belly
All I have is that tree, Martin Luther my king
And one last request,
Bury me in my rings!
Bitch I got a new agenda
Grippin' grain 'till I catch a splinter
Strip a pole, set it in the middle
For them busters, down to toke a little
Bi-bi-bi-bi-bitch I got a new agenda
Time and time again
And time and time and time again
I tried to tell these hoes
Time and time again
And time and time and time again
I tried to tell these hoes
Bitch I got a new agenda!
Bitch I got a new agenda!
Pardon if it's much
Diamonds in the back seat will surely crush
Fishbone the dash, roll around on glass (WHOA)
You talking too much
Takes a lot of shine just to Supernova
You don't know my kind
I don't play with kids, bitch I play for keeps
If you don't know I'm with it then you don't know the shine, oh
Take that with a grain of salt, I don't give a fuck about it
Treat the pussy the gold if she down
Then swell, then she bound to squeeze a buck up out it , oh
Hard protective plate of a suplex, the way I flex on a broke ho
It ain't what I asked for?
It's a no no!
Bitch I got a new agenda!
Grippin' grain 'till I catch a splinter
Strip a pole, set it in the middle
For them busters, down to toke a little oh!
Bi-bi-bi-bi-bitch I got a new agenda
Time and time again
And time and time and time again
I tried to tell these hoes
Time and time again
And time and time and time again
I tried to tell these hoes
Bitch I got a new agenda
Doin' two a days in my Cadillac
Flex around me, I might take your bitch and not give her back
Nigga cutthroat, nigga cutthroat, nigga cutthroat
He ain't give you money to give to me bitch?
Then what you fuck for?
Ducked off in that corner store , whoaa
Yeah I got some gators but I need some more
'Em white wall, 'em white wall, it was super cold
Since a grasshopper all I ever wanted was some triple golds
'Em Daytons and that my bass boss
Tryna fuck with these sub woofers might blow your face off!
Take your ? off, super sipping, settle down
And let me check your ties, I roll around
Bitch I got a new agenda
Grippin' grain 'till I catch a splinter
Strip a pole, set it in the middle
For them busters, down to toke a little oh!
Bi-bi-bi-bi-bitch I got a new agenda
Time and time again
And time and time and time again
I tried to tell these hoes
Time and time again
And time and time and time again
I tried to tell these hoes
Bitch I got a new agenda
[Rick Ross:]
Gold teeth on my pitbull your bitch bringing me breakfast
Just got me two coupes, them hoes Jeremy choppers
Hating niggas so petty, all I chase is that lettuce
Top down on my fitted,
Pittsburgh like Bettis
Smiling like I'm William the Refrigerator Perry
6 mill for the condo,
That extra 2 for that terrace
All I want is that lemon pepper, but the flavors vary
Got head in Paris,
My AP canaries
See me on that cover of Rolling Stone embellished
Diamond drill for my neck,
Them tats all on my belly
All I have is that tree, Martin Luther my king
And one last request,
Bury me in my rings!
Bitch I got a new agenda
Grippin' grain 'till I catch a splinter
Strip a pole, set it in the middle
For them busters, down to toke a little
Bi-bi-bi-bi-bitch I got a new agenda
Time and time again
And time and time and time again
I tried to tell these hoes
Time and time again
And time and time and time again
I tried to tell these hoes
Bitch I got a new agenda!
Bitch I got a new agenda!
Pardon if it's much
Diamonds in the back seat will surely crush
Fishbone the dash, roll around on glass (WHOA)
You talking too much
Takes a lot of shine just to Supernova
You don't know my kind
I don't play with kids, bitch I play for keeps
If you don't know I'm with it then you don't know the shine, oh
Take that with a grain of salt, I don't give a fuck about it
Treat the pussy the gold if she down
Then swell, then she bound to squeeze a buck up out it , oh
Hard protective plate of a suplex, the way I flex on a broke ho
It ain't what I asked for?
It's a no no!
Bitch I got a new agenda!
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