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Big K.r.i.t.

Genres: Hip-Hop

New Agenda Lyrics - Big K.r.i.t.

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 

 

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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 

 

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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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