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Hooked On You
Hip-Hop/Rap
Hooked On You was released on June 2, 2025 by 8378158 Records DK as a part of the album Hooked On You - Single
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Release DateJune 2, 2025
Label8378158 Records DK
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM100

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
kris
kris
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
kris
kris
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
kris
kris
Engineer

Lyrics

Ooh, Steve-O did this one
You may take my words and I'm winning
There's no limit to the love I'm giving
The love I'm giving
Y'all, y'all
Like what you know about that pain
**** always been a one man army, ain't in a gang
And I don't hang around kids, so I ain't into playing games baby
Drake hit em, bleach his hair, call him Slim Shady
Brodie in the field throwin dots, call my man Brady
I can't tell you how the pussy is, but the head crazy
How you let yo bro fuck your bitch, that's your main lady
But to my baby, I'm hooked on you, dem 7.62s stick like glue
****, if I get the main man, I kill the witness too
That's what you supposed to do, don't get too close to me
Might come down to me, facing you
Hit the road, go OT, know we ain't crashing
If sliding on the opps, was the test, you know I'm passing
No we ain't happy, but my **** living lavish
And there's something in my heart, but this lil bitch just can't grab it
There's something in my heart, when the lights on
The **** still he in the dark, mask on
Drac in the back, ready for the war
Hit me bout some jank shit, **** go look at the score
The back end, yeah I'm that one
Guy. the fly, you try to hit, but you can't
I'm that one fly, could try to run
But we gon' chase you, ain't gon' get far
Say happy birthday to the bitch, **** fuck Mar
It's free game on the street, why would I give it to you
It's DOA every skit you, ain't make it to the spittle
Swap my brodie for a tec, I say throw me a pistol
308 on the block, brodie came with a missile
Glock stay on my waste, jus like a hula hoop
You was my man, N try to set the play, I don't know who to shoot
I told the lord it ain't my time, yeah I talked to God
But every time the opposition die, I just feel alive
Licking on my wounds, cause I was still healing
You came around and tried to talk, you ain't the real killer
I know a white boy in the city, he a real dealer
And I ah trust him, before I trust you
Binary on the Glock, when it shoot it bust two
I'm the back end, when the bag shake, I'm gon' come through
Feds hot, bro, put this Glock in the sunroof
Man's died, and yo ass goofy, you gon' die too
I'm a demon seed, coming from the other side
I ain't been the same since my fucking brother died
She in my ear, telling me I need to, I need to sleep
But every time I pop up, I pop a pink, I'm tryna creep
In the big crib, it used to be a bando
And when it's time to slide, I'm in that ride, I'm on commando
Can't get a shot, just throw the gun and drop the ammo
Drake got boxing gloves, K be slicing shi like Rambo
I'm a night crawler, yeah I might call her
Switching the joggers, sliding in the Charger
In my white beater, riding two seater
It get cold outside, and that's why I keep heater
When **** talking hot, that's when we bring out fan
My bitch came with extended dick, she juwana man
You can get the bread and stack it, you just need a plan
Can't find the strike, me and the guys up in the minivan
Can't crap out the sun up, got blackout
And if she tryna get the dick, I make her tap out
Dumb as fuck, you think I ain't blowing, boy is a clap out
Million dollar ****, but could catch me in the trap house
In the trap house, million dollar ****
Million dollar ****, but you catch me in the trap house
Catch me in the trap house
Something in my heart, ****
Something in my heart, ****
Something in my heart, ****
Written by: Kris 5 7
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