Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song No Option , by - Belly. Release date: 17.12.2015
Song language: English
No Option |
| Yeah! |
| Up for days, nigga |
| It’s the ones you keep close, that hurt you the most |
| I’m drinking on my own, doing a personal toast |
| Probably fucked your bitch, and you ain’t even know it |
| I should probably wash my dick with detergent and soap |
| Ridin' round the city with my vision blurry |
| Back to back Benz’s, nigga his and hers |
| Million dollar pussy, you should get insured |
| I hit the town and watch the city burn |
| Had the keys, had the city locked |
| Hit the pussy do the Diddy Bop |
| Before the beard was all ZZ Top |
| When me and Sal was eating dinner off a TV box |
| Find the cancer, then you cut em' off |
| See my daddy was a dealer and my momma said it’s rubbing off |
| Somebody tell me what the tunnel costs |
| Cause I’ve been burning bridges |
| Give a fuck how I come across |
| Said «I love you», that’s the drugs talking |
| Heard em' hating, that’s the love talking |
| Hand to god you left me no option |
| Swear to god y’all left me no option |
| Who left the drugs on the table? |
| (who?) |
| Who left these hoes in my house? |
| (who?) |
| Who left this dope in my couch? |
| Ho don’t you open your mouth |
| Changed up had the curve from pitching the weight |
| Either way I’m about to ball like I’m missing the plate |
| Boy you never touched base, I’m calling you out |
| Though we never seen you out, you was playing it safe |
| Call me Judas priest, now she got some new beliefs |
| Photo shoot in like a week, she won’t even eat |
| Dreams of winning got me losing sleep |
| Versace sheets just to watch Medusa sleep |
| Up for days, I’ve been up for days |
| Mixin' up the love and hate, that’s a double date |
| Dope wave that’s my lane call me Mr. Bang |
| Renegade mixing up the batch with the lemonade |
| Cut em' off |
| Seen my daddy was a dealer and my momma said its rubbing off |
| Somebody tell me what the tunnel costs |
| Cause I’ve been burning bridges |
| Give a fuck how I come across |
| Said «I love you», that’s the drugs talking |
| Heard em' hating, that’s the love talking |
| Hand to god you left me no option |
| Swear to god y’all left me no option |
| Who left the drugs on the table? |
| (who?) |
| Who left these hoes in my house? |
| (who?) |
| Who left this dope in my couch? |
| (you?) |
| Ho don’t you open your mouth |