Che - The Final Agenda lyrics
che [Chase Shaun Mitchell] Atlanta, Georgia, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Che - The Final Agenda lyrics]
Yo, Bryalle i'm wishing the best for you
Out of my element
I knew I wasn’t the one for you
II m-miss the smell of your body
II 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 (Ahh)
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 shе leave me? Man, nobody knows
Bitch, I’m a firе that's left in the cold
4ersona, ain’t breakin’ no code
Bitch I’m Armoni, I’m back on my mode
II m-miss the smell of your body
II 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, iff-iffy
I'm smokin' yo pack fasho
How you gon' shoot with no badges though?
Got twenty-one 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
(Yo, Bryalle) 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 it's time to go back to my boose
If you look at my cup then it's 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
II m-miss the smell of your body
II m-miss, you left my heart rotten
Like I’m r-really sad you know
You wasn’t no average ho
(You wasn’t no average ho)
I ain’t no average joe
(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 (yeah)
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 too 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
II m-miss the smell of your body
II 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 (Ahh)
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 shе leave me? Man, nobody knows
Bitch, I’m a firе that's left in the cold
4ersona, ain’t breakin’ no code
Bitch I’m Armoni, I’m back on my mode
II m-miss the smell of your body
II 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, iff-iffy
I'm smokin' yo pack fasho
How you gon' shoot with no badges though?
Got twenty-one 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
(Yo, Bryalle) 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 it's time to go back to my boose
If you look at my cup then it's 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
II m-miss the smell of your body
II m-miss, you left my heart rotten
Like I’m r-really sad you know
You wasn’t no average ho
(You wasn’t no average ho)
I ain’t no average joe
(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 (yeah)
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 too 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)