The Final Agenda Lyrics

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

4ersona, 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)