"New Agenda" - Big K.R.I.T. ft Rick Ross [SoundCloud Audio + Free Download + Lyrics]

Patrick Lyons

by Patrick Lyons

Published March 3, 2014

Today marks the beginning of Big K.R.I.T's "Week of K.R.I.T.," in which he will deliver a new song each day for a week straight. "New Agenda" is that series' first offering, and it features a Rick Ross guest verse. Listen and download above -- the lyrics are below.

Copping a line ("Time and time again I try to tell these hoes") from Purple Ribbon All-Stars' "Kryptonite (I'm On It)," K.R.I.T.'s hook attempts to explain the ins and outs of his pimp game. Rozay is stellar as usual, referencing William "The Refrigerator" Perry and detailing exactly what he spent six million dollars on (hint: it includes an extra tooth).

Head over to Big K.R.I.T.'s Zumic artist page for more of his music, and check out the lyrics to "New Agenda" below.

Big K.R.I.T. ft Rick Ross "New Agenda" lyrics:

[Hook: Big K.R.I.T.]
Bitch I got a new agenda
Grippin' grain til I catch a splinter
Stripper pole say that in the middle
For them blessings, down to twerk a little
B-b-b-b-b-bitch I got a new agenda
Time and time again
Time and time and time again
I try to tell these hoes
Time and time again
Time and time and time again
I try to tell these hoes
Bitch I got a new agenda

Doin' two-a-days in my Cadillac
Friends of mine might take your bitch and not give her back
Nigga cutthroat, nigga cutthroat
He ain't give you money to give to me
Bitch then what'd you fuck for?
Ducked off in that corner store
Y'all got some gators, but I need some more
Them white walls, them white walls
They were super cold
Says the grasshopper in the airport [?]
Them days where my bass boss
John Travolta with these subwoofers
Might blow your face off
Take your pape off
Super sippin,' settle down
And let me tributize
I roll around


Gold teeth on my pit bull
Your bitch bringing me breakfast
Just got me two coupes
Them hoes Jeremy Shepherds
A nigga so petty
All I chase is that lettuce
Top down in my fitted
Pittsburgh like Bettis
Smilin' like I'm William "The Refrigerator Perry"
Six mil for the condo, that extra tooth and that terrace
All I want is that lemon pep
But flavors vary
Got head in Paris
My AP canaries
See me on that cover
Of Rolling Stones and dailies
Down to drift my neck
Them tats all on my belly
All I had was that dream
Martin Luther my king
Everyone asking questions
Bury me in my rings


[Outro: Big K.R.I.T.]
Pardon if there's too much diamonds in the backseat
I shouldn't have crushed fishscale on the dash
Roll around on glass
You talkin' too much
It takes a lot of shine just to supernova
You don't know my kind
I don't play with kids
I play for keeps
If you don't know who I'm with, you don't know the shine
Take that with a grain of salt
I don't give a fuck about it
Treat the pussy like it's gold
If she down and she swole
Then she gonna squeeze a buck up out it
Hard [?] of a soup plate
The way I flex I'm Tom Brokaw
It ain't what I asked for, it's a no-no
Bitch I got a new agenda


Source: Big K.R.I.T. Official SoundCloud Page

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