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Right Hook
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Right Hook was released on December 1, 2023 by Yknot Records as a part of the album Phantom Travelers
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Release DateDecember 1, 2023
LabelYknot Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Quin Henry-Chia
Quin Henry-Chia
Songwriter
Samuel Johnson
Samuel Johnson
Songwriter

Lyrics

I been, fuckin yo bitch on a plane
I don't, know why y'all **** think I'm playin
If I, come to yo city then start prayin
Cuz I take **** out the game like a sprain
And I get wild like the African plains
And I got style that's why your girl givin me brain
That's why I'm at your house, dick up in her mouth
Makin her go up to you like "please let me explain"
She says that it's your fault though, no, you shouldn't listen
It ain't your fault that when I shoot I'm never missin
Pen pushin like a hellcat, man on emission
You say I'm not the king then my ****, that's sedition
New edition, they can't stand the rain, no my drip too hard
Think I ain't a gunna, tell my baby go and get the SCAR
**** lyin out they asses villainous like I'm Jafar
I need me a goth girl that really know that I'm a star
Ser o no estar, make sure a bitch **** is not to be
Call me Michael Jackson, cuz yo bitches wanna rock with me
Flyer than that **** Obi, why yo bitch is toppin me
Only time a bitch would fuck with you is if she thought you me
Smack a **** taste out his mouth, they call me Listerine
Silly **** think they funny, you ain't Mr. Bean
Don't know why they think that shit, I guess that it's a mystery
Think I'm a machine because I'm spitting so consistently
All these **** scary as fuck, I call em Scooby Doo
We got Prada and Gucci, and we got Louis too
**** think that I'm funny, yo this ain't Looney Tunes
But I'm pulling up with the hammer then I'm boomin you
Flee the scene by hoppin in the metro
I'm smoking so much gas that a **** call me petrol
**** like me pressure like Pascals no Pedro
Shorty ask me "how many bodies you got" I said several
You acting kinda federal askin too many questions
Make him sing like Usher singin "these are my confessions"
Who you think you testin, fuck **** I x em
I don't deal with haters or anyone who too pessim-
Istic, hit stick, **** who dissin my vision
Hindsight stay on 20-20 so my ass you can kiss it
I'm vicious, I'm sadistic, shootin **** wit a wrist flick
Shit you **** be dryer than a Popeyes biscuit
Written by: Quin Henry-Chia, Samuel Johnson
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