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No Hook Video (MV)




Performed By: Datrix
Language: English
Length: 2:43
Written by: Daniel Clarke




Datrix - No Hook Lyrics
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(Daniel, what the f*ck is this, man?)
No hook, no hook
(Yeah, okay Daniel)
Uh, I'ma f*ck up the beat, I'ma mangle
Most y'all niggas be broke an ankle
Go hard for the money like players on Bengals (Go hard)
I'm sharp with the drip like an angle
Too fly with the shit, got your bitch in a strangle (Uh)
From the back, pull her hair like it's tangled
Make her feel like a star like she spangled (Yeah)
Do my dance on the beat, feelin' groovy
We played your song and the shit didn't move me (Shit didn't move me)
We finna set this shit off like I'm Boosie
Countin' the chicken and paper like looseleaf (Countin' it up)
He want smoke? We gon' pull up with cigs
Bro cry like a baby, man, give him a bib (Uh-huh)
"Bag of Trix" be the motto, you dig?
'Cause I do it all, I ain't pushin' out mid (Bag of Trix)
Ain't no nigga gon' tell me do shit
I'ma rock out my shows, lil' bitch, I'ma stay on (F*ck no)
Mixing up all the Sprite with the Tris
My double cup look like a box filled with crayons
Someone need to go pick up their bitch
She callin' my phone, I'ma keep sayin' hang on (Hang on)
Man, my pockets be fat as a bitch and the Benjamins shine in the light, look like neon (Like what?)
Run a race, I could never be last, man
She gon' gobble the crew like she Pac-Man (Uh)
All black on the fit like I'm Batman
I got her legs in the air like the Can Can (Uh)
Slide on the beat, niggas know that I be hard as a bitch, niggas had to take me out the booth (Yeah)
I had to run up a check like I'm Nike, but I don't wear nothin' but Gucci on shoes (Run it up)
And these niggas be losers
Yappin'-ass niggas gon' type on computers (Yap)
Pretty lil' bitch and she work at the Hooters
All of my niggas be steppin' like troopers (All of my niggas)
Niggas be hatin' but really a viewer (Okay)
Stay with the drip like it's Fiji
I got the green on me like I'm Luigi
Run up a check every day, it's too easy
No hook
Bitch, I'ma flow on the beat
No hook
Don't need a hook for this-at all
Ayy, and I'm back on the beat, I ain't done (I'm back)
F*ck his bitch and I did it for fun
They see my moves and I got them real stunned (They see my moves)
Can't f*ck with y'all niggas, y'all bums
Steady be walkin' with Ms like a hum (M)
Did it faster than niggas, I'm young
Entire my prime like Miami LeBron
Singular pronoun inside of my bio so niggas around me, they know that I'm him (They know)
Yo' bitch a demon, she finna devour the meat like she never gon' eat up again (Uh-huh)
Don't give a f*ck about ties or size or what you be doin', I'm standin' on ten (Okay)
I'm really king of the rappin', nobody can argue, nobody can question my pen
No hook
No hook
No hook
No hook
No hook
Ayy
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(Daniel, what the f*ck is this, man?)
No hook, no hook
(Yeah, okay Daniel)
Uh, I'ma f*ck up the beat, I'ma mangle
Most y'all niggas be broke an ankle
Go hard for the money like players on Bengals (Go hard)
I'm sharp with the drip like an angle
Too fly with the shit, got your bitch in a strangle (Uh)
From the back, pull her hair like it's tangled
Make her feel like a star like she spangled (Yeah)
Do my dance on the beat, feelin' groovy
We played your song and the shit didn't move me (Shit didn't move me)
We finna set this shit off like I'm Boosie
Countin' the chicken and paper like looseleaf (Countin' it up)
He want smoke? We gon' pull up with cigs
Bro cry like a baby, man, give him a bib (Uh-huh)
"Bag of Trix" be the motto, you dig?
'Cause I do it all, I ain't pushin' out mid (Bag of Trix)
Ain't no nigga gon' tell me do shit
I'ma rock out my shows, lil' bitch, I'ma stay on (F*ck no)
Mixing up all the Sprite with the Tris
My double cup look like a box filled with crayons
Someone need to go pick up their bitch
She callin' my phone, I'ma keep sayin' hang on (Hang on)
Man, my pockets be fat as a bitch and the Benjamins shine in the light, look like neon (Like what?)
Run a race, I could never be last, man
She gon' gobble the crew like she Pac-Man (Uh)
All black on the fit like I'm Batman
I got her legs in the air like the Can Can (Uh)
Slide on the beat, niggas know that I be hard as a bitch, niggas had to take me out the booth (Yeah)
I had to run up a check like I'm Nike, but I don't wear nothin' but Gucci on shoes (Run it up)
And these niggas be losers
Yappin'-ass niggas gon' type on computers (Yap)
Pretty lil' bitch and she work at the Hooters
All of my niggas be steppin' like troopers (All of my niggas)
Niggas be hatin' but really a viewer (Okay)
Stay with the drip like it's Fiji
I got the green on me like I'm Luigi
Run up a check every day, it's too easy
No hook
Bitch, I'ma flow on the beat
No hook
Don't need a hook for this-at all
Ayy, and I'm back on the beat, I ain't done (I'm back)
F*ck his bitch and I did it for fun
They see my moves and I got them real stunned (They see my moves)
Can't f*ck with y'all niggas, y'all bums
Steady be walkin' with Ms like a hum (M)
Did it faster than niggas, I'm young
Entire my prime like Miami LeBron
Singular pronoun inside of my bio so niggas around me, they know that I'm him (They know)
Yo' bitch a demon, she finna devour the meat like she never gon' eat up again (Uh-huh)
Don't give a f*ck about ties or size or what you be doin', I'm standin' on ten (Okay)
I'm really king of the rappin', nobody can argue, nobody can question my pen
No hook
No hook
No hook
No hook
No hook
Ayy
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Writer: Daniel Clarke
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