Hooked (feat. Westside Buzzin' & Joger Lopez) Video (MV)

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She told me she can't drink De Beers then put her tongue on my six pack (ahh)
Te mostrarte agua pero no puedo make you drink that
That's a big fact
When I say (uh, uh)
Hahaha
She feel that (uh uh)
The ceiling the flow, I'ma genie
She happy to hear me, see me, feel me, in that order
Had you H double O-K O-H ye, ye lets go further (lets go further, let's go further)
Every line is a book on the shelf
Every word a million pictures in the book
Now I got you hooked like Saturday's when my bro and I would fish with my dad
This is like the best vegan food you never had
Until now, can't spit them one minute microwave raps
But I do welcome all the TV heads
She in my phone like she want another strawberries
Her favorite project eighty-eight point eight FM
She near the coast somewhere
She into Co-star and when she buy shoes she always buy two pair
Shout out to VV
Rappers can't wait till BC kick the pail
You don't wanna John see me
Kick you in yo low shin like Johnson & Johnson
Every bar too heavy shout out to FredTheGxd
If I could get one DJ to play this it would be Fred The Godson
RIP to Agnes, Corbin, and my cousin I pour out some
Right now I'm in New York and it's like thirty something
My mom sending me links to sites that say Charlotte business has grown
I guess she want me to come back home
BC come back home, BC come back home
I'm not a rolling stone but mom I'm tryna put us on from rapping songs and singing raps
You probably think I be's in the trap
Everything is a trap mom, I ain't tryna climb the ladder
I'm gonna own one, word to rich dad poor dad
When hard times come, uh, I wanna pour that
BC poor poet, how I did it with the notepad
I don't take a lot of picture nah, nah, nah where they do that?
This the invisible Kool-aid with Sprite Remix, uh, not the Moët
She only say yes I can sir
She wasn't born in June or July
And she don't smoke bogies either
And she the cake, cake, cake
Still wanna see me with a piece of the pie
Got you hooked
I got you hooked
I got you hooked, uh
Threw a jab
Faked the left
Then right hooked, uh
Got you hooked
I got you hooked
I got you hooked, huh?
Threw a jab
Faked the left
Then right hooked, yea
I give her the yick she give it a lick and then I tell her to step off
These wack niggas salty I season my sauce with pepper
Rap niggas need a pep talk before they commence
I crashed the whip and came back stronger like Errol Spence
The world love even ones who can't stand me
So a verse from me is like a hood Grammy
Niggas tried to bite my style mistook it for cotton candy
But its fiberglass one lick and that's yo ass this some shit you can't get pass
I wrote this verse three times like I got OCD
Running round head nappy like I'm ODB
I came a long way from tryna f*ck hoes in Peach Tree
I know they want me, back, home, but I'm gone
I got you hooked
I got you hooked
I got you hooked, uh
Tried to fade it but yo ass got cooked, uh
I got her hooked
I got her hooked
I got her hooked, uh
She seen me once and had to take a second look, uh
I got you hooked
I got you hooked
I got you hooked, uh
Tried to fade it but yo ass got cooked, uh
I got her hooked
I got her hooked
I got her hooked, uh
She seen me once and had to take a second look, look
Estoy llorando lo que nunca me ha salido bien (bien)
Y me pregunto si lo habrán notado
Nunca había pensado que la estela del vaivén
Me ayudaría a saber dónde tenía que haber cambiado
Tengo demasiado karma esperándome a la salida
Mi paciencia es como un gato lamiéndose las heridas
Se ve tranquilo desde donde lo miras
Pero en el fondo todo ha cambiado tanto que ni imaginas
Estoy tan callado que escucho mi resentimiento
Y aunque todo esté de maravilla me atormenta igual
Yo comprendí que la lluvia se lleva dentro
Cuando vi que no escampabas a pesar de esconderte en el mar
Y me tuve que callar a pesar de que pese
Solo a mí me importan esas pequeñeces
Vengo de mi propio futuro para advertirme
Que los gritos siempre van a tentarme; pasado que oscurece
Todo eso que me guardo tiene complejos suicidas
La soga al cuello cuando nadie mira
Ya casi ni lo escribo
Se me hizo una coraza de lágrimas reprimidas
Me queda un millón de cosas por decirte
Pero cada vez son menos las ganas que tengo de hacerlo
Los ojos se me empañan cuando hablas de irte
Muy a pesar de que, en el fondo, solo espero por verlo
De blanco y negro veo el futuro de mi memoria
Todos los recuerdos en plano secuencia y sin trayectoria
Impasible pero lleno de euforia
Que no se acaben las ideas con las dedicatorias