Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song New Agenda , by - Rick Ross. Release date: 19.01.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
New Agenda |
| 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 |