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No Option Video (MV)




Performed By: Ricky Rez
Language: English
Length: 1:46
Written by: Ricardo Perez




Ricky Rez - No Option Lyrics
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I be like, I be like, I be like,
Shawty, I'll, tk-tk, take that soul for free
Brought them automatics, I ain't even pay the fee
Why you niggas lackin' the battery tellin' me
I gotta be humble, but I'm seein' right through you, you eneme
You wanna be me
F*ckin' on your baby mama while I watch the tv
Buss it when you call it, holla at me ain't a freebie
Dick you down a couple times and now she think she need me
Think she
Think she need some real nigga dick
Too bad I ain't got the time, huh
That shit precious, I die about mines
Lost two fives, so I doubled to a dime
It ain't always bout the bitches gotta listen when I rhyme
Gotta watch when I walk I ain't dumb motherf*cker
I know everybody plot I ain't stupid, little bitch,
Get the f*ck off my jock, huh I took the wock all the way past the yachts
I turn that heat up in that kitchen and make sauce, huh
I know way too many niggas out here crashin' out for the plot
Plottin' on they big homie, not knowing they finna get chopped
Choppa comin' at eight, baby, get dressed up or get dropped
Diesel burnin by the minute, I ain't makin' pit stops for no opps
On the road for a ticket, I ain't makin' chit-chat for no profit
Probably was one of mine, if it was chit-chat, then he flocked em
These niggas in they feelings, I'ma be a big boss, no option
(Oh my gosh Legazy y-y-you killed this!)
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English

I be like, I be like, I be like,
Shawty, I'll, tk-tk, take that soul for free
Brought them automatics, I ain't even pay the fee
Why you niggas lackin' the battery tellin' me
I gotta be humble, but I'm seein' right through you, you eneme
You wanna be me
F*ckin' on your baby mama while I watch the tv
Buss it when you call it, holla at me ain't a freebie
Dick you down a couple times and now she think she need me
Think she
Think she need some real nigga dick
Too bad I ain't got the time, huh
That shit precious, I die about mines
Lost two fives, so I doubled to a dime
It ain't always bout the bitches gotta listen when I rhyme
Gotta watch when I walk I ain't dumb motherf*cker
I know everybody plot I ain't stupid, little bitch,
Get the f*ck off my jock, huh I took the wock all the way past the yachts
I turn that heat up in that kitchen and make sauce, huh
I know way too many niggas out here crashin' out for the plot
Plottin' on they big homie, not knowing they finna get chopped
Choppa comin' at eight, baby, get dressed up or get dropped
Diesel burnin by the minute, I ain't makin' pit stops for no opps
On the road for a ticket, I ain't makin' chit-chat for no profit
Probably was one of mine, if it was chit-chat, then he flocked em
These niggas in they feelings, I'ma be a big boss, no option
(Oh my gosh Legazy y-y-you killed this!)
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Writer: Ricardo Perez
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