Ben Reilly - Agenda lyrics

Redbird, I got wings on me
I'm pushin' agendas
Spreadin' word, how they speak 'bout me
They pushin' agendas
No, I don't owe feat for free
I'm pushin' agendas
Brown bird, baby, come lean on me
What's on the agenda?

(Yeah)
I don't follow crowds, bitch, I am the crowd
(Agenda)
This the second time I made my momma proud
Bitch, you know my body, yeah
You know my style (Bitch)
Bitch, you know my body, yeah, you know my-
(Know) agenda precedent you was a match
Residential, where you at?
Press the issue, it's a wrap, huh
The present issue isn't wrapped
Yo' new shit, we turn to a pack!
They made us a pact
Ran through clicks and ran up a lap
Then she made reservations for my lap
Truthfully, I want gouda cheese
You got food to eat
There's a lot on my plate like charcuterie
And the shit that you are
That's not movin' me
I said don't get nefar
That's a movin' screen
Okay, I want it all, I influence greed
If she pick up my card
I lose tooth and cheek when they root for me
You see what they do for me

Redbird, I got wings on me
I'm pushin' agendas
Spreadin' word, how they speak 'bout me
They pushin' agendas
No, I don't owe feat for free
I'm pushin' agendas
Brown bird, baby, come lean on me
What's on the agenda?

Yeah yeah, nigga
Fuck is y'all talkin' 'bout? Agenda
New Agenda agenda g-E-N-D-A agenda

Don't you push on me, push my agenda, babe
Don't you push on me, push my agenda, babe
Don't you push on me, push my agenda, babe
Don't you push on me
Girl, that ass so big it got commemorated
Won't you pop that shit
Won't you participate?
Baby, you so lit you got precipitation
Let me in your legs and
You'll be missin' swaze

Charlie Charlie ben Reilly
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Say what I mean, dawg, I meant what I said
Keep a CAR when I sleep
I can't rest in my bed
Can't decline on my man
I got acres to unhead
I can see through a SPID, body you bum
Body you sweat why is you pullin' a knife
When I pull your card?
That nigga's a hoe for real
I'm ridin' my life, this ain't no facade
I'm settin' my goals for real (Safe)
I'm goin' Cloverfield, you know the drill
The blood on my clothes is real
My bros is real, my straws is real
The hoes is real, the flows is real
Charlie, I'm goin' on ten but
Let me get five
Then watch what I do with the shine
Who you comparin' to him?
Just give me a pen and watch
How I eat him alive
Dawg, the jury is in, he really the bitch
You really thought you a god (Charlie)
I'm drippin' in jams, you step in my jam
I probably can step on a jawn
Keep a block in my flesh, huh
No, this not a fat gun
He won't shoot a fair one i might have to-
I'm the shit, lil' foine
I can't miss, lil' foine
Look at my wings, look at my strings
Give me a kiss, lil' foine
Please-Please, I'm OD i can't freeze, babe
You know I'm IT we don't beef
We stay cheesesteak
FM, AMG, GLE, let me get speed, aye
After she get beat
Maybe she can win a sweepatake