The Final Agenda
I'm wishing the best for you
Out of my element, I knew I wasn't the one for you
I-I m-miss the smell of your body
I-I m-miss, you left my heart rotten
Like I'm r-really sad you know, you wasn't no average ho
I ain't no average joe, turn this shit to a classic though
Off the rope Randy Savage thou-
And I'm cutting you off, so I'm last fasho
She belongs to the city
I can't give out opinion
And the way that you kill it, I'm feeling like Ricky
Got shot in my back cause I showed them my pity
With my old bitch
But that wasn't my element though, so I don't know
My bitch a junkie, she taking it slow
Can't look at her straight with that white on her nose
Why did she leave me? Man nobody knows
Bitch I'm on fire that's left in the cold
Persona, Ain't breakin' no code
Bitch I'm Armoni I'm back on my mode
I-I m-miss the smell of your body
I-I m-miss, you left my heart rotten
Like I'm r-really sad you know, you wasn't no average ho
Yo mans got put in the past ya know, iffy im smokin' yo pack fasho
How you gon' shoot with no badges though
Got 21 bitches, I'm savage though
His man got put on a stretcher, that's not my bitch but I text her though
My money work, it be flexin' ho
She be like Che you the best I know
Your bitch a skank and I reckon ho
Bitch just like Ralph, I'm finna wreck it ho
Bitch I'm not third I'm not second though
Put on Nike 'fore nigga get technical
I'm wishing the worst for you
Oh your purse get stole if you snoop
Made my heart go from red to the blue
Hoping all of your goals go to fluke
All because you went back to your roots
And these niggas can't hang, get a noose
I know I'm sorry for the news
But its time to go back to my boose
If you look at my cup then its booze
If I wanted that ho give me two
Bitch my money despicable, Gru
Gotta pick, you gon' win or you lose
Nah I ain't finished
I-I m-miss the smell of your body
I-I m-miss, you left my heart rotten
But I'm r-really sad you know, you wasn't no average ho
I ain't no average joe, turn this shit to a classic though
Off the rope Randy Savage thou-
And I'm cutting you off, so I'm last fasho
She belongs to the city
I can't give out opinion
And the way that you kill it, I'm feeling like Ricky
Got shot in my back cause I showed them my pity
My bitch she bad giving Houston no Whitney
Tisakorean bitch I'm way to silly
Got my number you know you can hit me
But if I don't answer I might just be tipsy
(Gang, fucking crazy bro)
Out of my element, I knew I wasn't the one for you
I-I m-miss the smell of your body
I-I m-miss, you left my heart rotten
Like I'm r-really sad you know, you wasn't no average ho
I ain't no average joe, turn this shit to a classic though
Off the rope Randy Savage thou-
And I'm cutting you off, so I'm last fasho
She belongs to the city
I can't give out opinion
And the way that you kill it, I'm feeling like Ricky
Got shot in my back cause I showed them my pity
With my old bitch
But that wasn't my element though, so I don't know
My bitch a junkie, she taking it slow
Can't look at her straight with that white on her nose
Why did she leave me? Man nobody knows
Bitch I'm on fire that's left in the cold
Persona, Ain't breakin' no code
Bitch I'm Armoni I'm back on my mode
I-I m-miss the smell of your body
I-I m-miss, you left my heart rotten
Like I'm r-really sad you know, you wasn't no average ho
Yo mans got put in the past ya know, iffy im smokin' yo pack fasho
How you gon' shoot with no badges though
Got 21 bitches, I'm savage though
His man got put on a stretcher, that's not my bitch but I text her though
My money work, it be flexin' ho
She be like Che you the best I know
Your bitch a skank and I reckon ho
Bitch just like Ralph, I'm finna wreck it ho
Bitch I'm not third I'm not second though
Put on Nike 'fore nigga get technical
I'm wishing the worst for you
Oh your purse get stole if you snoop
Made my heart go from red to the blue
Hoping all of your goals go to fluke
All because you went back to your roots
And these niggas can't hang, get a noose
I know I'm sorry for the news
But its time to go back to my boose
If you look at my cup then its booze
If I wanted that ho give me two
Bitch my money despicable, Gru
Gotta pick, you gon' win or you lose
Nah I ain't finished
I-I m-miss the smell of your body
I-I m-miss, you left my heart rotten
But I'm r-really sad you know, you wasn't no average ho
I ain't no average joe, turn this shit to a classic though
Off the rope Randy Savage thou-
And I'm cutting you off, so I'm last fasho
She belongs to the city
I can't give out opinion
And the way that you kill it, I'm feeling like Ricky
Got shot in my back cause I showed them my pity
My bitch she bad giving Houston no Whitney
Tisakorean bitch I'm way to silly
Got my number you know you can hit me
But if I don't answer I might just be tipsy
(Gang, fucking crazy bro)
Credits
Writer(s): Che Mitchell
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