letra de options - ovrnite
(chorus)
had to find a new hoe
i ran out of options
you ain’t gotta take it there
all you do is pop it
all your n-gg-s snitched on you
you ain’t even pop it
p-ssin’ hoes for touchdowns
i like playin offense, yeah
(verse 1)
okay 21 baddies, imma savage
2 cups of lean that’s my beverage
datboigonzalez thats my n-gg-
we above these n-gg-s like leverage
try and tell me i’m broke n-gg- that’s a lie
u better come correct ‘cuz i’m ovrnite
these n-gg-s hoes yeah they ain’t right
your girl call when she need pipe
okay like what these n-gg-s thought that i wasn’t packin’ heat
and we get down to the meat if a n-gg- want some beef
and we get down to the meat if a n-gg- wanna eat
and her booty so big and my lap is her seat like
ballin’ on the court like d rose, uh
i will never trust these hoes
rip x he the goat
imma need the cash like a banknote
blessings on blessings for you and me, uh
i get these blocks like my name is steve, uh
money on money its stackin’ all up
and my neck is so cold its like it’s christmas eve, uh
please dont forget my n-gg- jay
he’ll get the choppa and he’ll let it spray, uh
u fell off like fetty wap
and i told your lil baddy come my way, uh
so much fire need an ashtray, uh
lil ovrnite got no time to play, uh
21,000 for my pay, uh
o and jay you better back away, uh
(chorus)
had to find a new hoe
i ran out of options
you ain’t gotta take it there
all you do is pop it
all your n-gg-s snitched on you
you ain’t even pop it
p-ssin’ hoes for touchdowns
i like playin offense, yeah
(had to find a new hoe
i ran out of options
you ain’t gotta take it there
all you do is pop it
all your nig-)
(verse 2)
why you mad
my life ain’t no joke
i cannot go broke
for i go
i might cut your throat
i cannot go broke
if you sniff
my bro he got it
he can k!ll ur nose for the low
dev’ he got that blow
my choppa gon blow
if you snitch
bout stealing a chick
then boy you must be g-y
get out my face
you just irritate
the choppa spray like mace
where o at
boolin’ with my bros
take his hoe then ghost
smoke that p-ss
don’t care bout you chick
i’m tryna get rich, yuh
(chorus)
had to find a new hoe
i ran out of options
you ain’t gotta take it there
all you do is pop it
all your n-gg-s snitched on you
you ain’t even pop it
p-ssin’ hoes for touchdowns
i like playin offense, yeah
(outro)
had to find a-
had to find a-
had to find a-
offense
had to find a-
had to find a-
had to find a-
offense
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