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Big K.R.I.T.

New Agenda

 

New Agenda

(альбом: See Me On Top 4 - 2014)


[Hook Big KRIT:]
Bitch I got a new agenda
Gripping grain 'till I catch a splinter
Stripper pole, set it in the middle
For them bust it's, down to twerk a little
B-b-b-b-b-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

[Verse 1 Big KRIT:]
Doing 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
Yeah I got some gators but I need some more
'Dem white wall, 'dem white wall, they was super cold
Since a grasshopper all I ever wanted was some triple golds
'Dem Daytons and that my bass boss
John Travolta, these subwoofers might blow your face off
Take your cape off, super sipping, settle down
And let me tippy-tize, I just wanna rhyme

[Hook Big KRIT]

[Verse 2 Rick Ross:]
Gold teeth on my pitbull your bitch bringing me breakfast
Just got me two coupes, them hoes Jeremy Shepherds
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's embellished
Diamonds drip from my neck, them tats all on my belly
All I had was that dream, Martin Luther my king
And one last request: bury me in my rings

[Hook Big Krit]

[Outro Big KRIT:]
Pardon if it's much
Diamonds in the back seat will surely crush
Fishbone the dash, roll around on glass
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
Take that with a grain of salt, I don't give a fuck about it
Treat the pussy the gold if she down
Then swoll, then she bound to squeeze a buck up out it
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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