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BIG K.R.I.T. - ' NEW AGENDA ' feat. Rick Ross (Prod. By Big K.R.I.T.)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rick Ross
Rick Ross
Performer
Big K.R.I.T.
Big K.R.I.T.
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
William Roberts II
William Roberts II
Songwriter

Lyrics

Bitch I got a new agenda Grippin' 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 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 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 sippin', settle down And let me tippy-tize, I just wanna rhyme Gold teeth on my pitbull your bitch bringin' me breakfast Just got me two coupes, them hoes Jeremy Shepherds Hatin' niggas so petty, all I chase is that lettuce Top down on my fitted, Pittsburgh like Bettis Smilin' 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 Pardon if it's much Diamonds in the back seat will surely crush Fishbone the dash, roll around on glass You talkin' 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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