Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Agree to Agree, artist - Sy Ari Da Kid.
Date of issue: 22.07.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Agree to Agree |
Yeah |
And I got C’s on the B, I agree to agree |
Yeah |
Yeah, I ain’t the one you can reach, burner be under the seat |
I’m with a ho that say she wanna eat, but don’t know what she wanna eat |
Ayy, no, you can’t walk in my shoes, can’t put your feet in my sneaks |
These niggas not who they say that they are, I need to see some ID |
It’s America, America, even when it’s for free, it’s a fee |
And you can be all you can be, still don’t mean you can be around me |
Now I’m out in Atlanta, I just shot with Trouble, we running, we headed to |
Cheetah to eat |
They be taking the flavor, they put out a single that sound like it’s featuring |
me |
I agree to agree (Yeah, yeah) |
Niggas embarrassing, this ain’t no «Niggas in Paris» |
I’m from a hood that’s so dark, fuck around and do the silhouette challenge |
(Yeah) |
They tryna get him off-balance, dressing like this with the salad |
Hold up, your season high is my minimum average |
Grow up, 'fore I turned twenty-one, they were like, «Man, this nigga’s a savage, |
«sew it |
How can you say that we not the best? |
So I did shit with Khaled (Hi, daddy) |
Yeah, got my daughter just living so lavish, bragging |
This remind me of Iverson when he was missing his practice (Uh) |
Yeah, I ain’t the one you can reach, burner be under the seat (Skrrt-skrrt) |
I’m with a ho that say she wanna eat, but don’t know what she wanna eat (On me) |
Ayy, no, you can’t walk in my shoes, can’t put your feet in my sneaks |
These niggas not who they say that they are, I need to see some ID |
It’s America (America), America, even when it’s for free, it’s a fee |
And you can be all you can be, still don’t mean you can be around me |
And I ride with that fire and I’m out of my mind |
And you’ll probably go blind if you seen what I see (On God) |
I’m the nigga that got all these hoes popping pussy, ho, I think I’m Kilo Ali |
I agree to agree (Woo) |
When was I in a drought? |
I hit from behind, then I’m out, ouch |
My mortgage too high to be spending a night at your house (Yeah) |
Why would you lie? |
Who could vouch? |
(Ayy) |
I might just go to your office computer 'cause I feel like signing you out (Ayy) |
I just might DM your BM and end up in her lil' vagina and mouth (Skrrt) |
I ain’t these internet niggas, they tripping, they must wanna die for the clout |
You know what I was about |
Ghetto Black nigga in the burbs |
That nigga give his word (Word) |
Bad bitches getting curved (Swerve, skrrt) |
Yeah, I ain’t the one you can reach, burner be under the seat |
I’m with a ho that say she wanna eat, but don’t know what she wanna eat |
Ayy, no, you can’t walk in my shoes, can’t put your feet in my sneaks |
These niggas not who they say that they are, I need to see some ID |
It’s America, America, even when it’s for free, it’s a fee |
And you can be all you can be, still don’t mean you can be around me |
Now I’m out in Atlanta, I just shot with Trouble, we running, we headed to |
Cheetah to eat |
They be taking the flavor, they put out a single that sound like it’s featuring |
me |
I agree to agree |
Look, yeah |
Drift, Tokyo, Lamborghini (Yeah) |
Maserati Quattropeeny-fineeny (Hold up) |
Dro a nut like semen |
Riding in a Demon, and my lil' ho look like a genie (Yeah) |
Prada, we rocking it |
Louis V, open toe, flipping it, flopping it |
Dripping and dropping it |
Crissing and crossing it |
Talking 'bout you fresher than Dro, that is a mission impossible |
Birkins, copping 'em daily and croc-ing 'em |
Codeine and Fanta go down my esophagus (Uh) |
Cut the dope like Baraka (Uh) |
White bricks, Andy Milonakis |
I’m perping with pressure |
The pistol I’m packing, I’m popping |
I promise, I purchase a plethora |
Pumping it properly, pussy, she popping it, player |
Got your bitch hot as a pepper |
I’m dining exquisite, no surfing and turfing |
Halibut straight out the sea with the urchins |
You see your bitch at the spot, then she working |
I’m a big cat with dog food in the 'burban |
This is America |
Fuck with Young Dro from Atlanta, boy, this shit gon' get hysterical |
I ain’t the one you can reach |
Fly as a bird with no motherfucking feet, Dro |
Yeah, I ain’t the one you can reach, burner be under the seat |
I’m with a ho that say she wanna eat, but don’t know what she wanna eat |
Ayy, no, you can’t walk in my shoes, can’t put your feet in my sneaks |
These niggas not who they say that they are, I need to see some ID |
It’s America, America, even when it’s for free, it’s a fee |
And you can be all you can be, still don’t mean you can be around me |
Now I’m out in Atlanta, I just shot with Trouble, we running, we headed to |
Cheetah to eat |
They be taking the flavor, they put out a single that sound like it’s featuring |
me |
I agree to agree |