No Hook Lyrics – The Myriad
Singer: The Myriad
Title: No Hook
Mar, Quis on the beat. (Yuh)
Popeyes is all that I eat (Yuh)
Got these b#tches
Suckin’ on my dog meat (Ayy-yoo)
They suckin’ on this dick (ugh)
Better make it quick
Yuh cus we bout to f#ck like
Which one am I gonna pick?
Look at all of these b#tches are nosy
Punch to the face that’s a nose bleed
Got over 1K if they know me
All these things I make they don’t come free
See me in the street they start to flee
Catch me in the hood there no mercy
Beat that fella up likе i’m Bruce Lee
And if that not enough I might go on a killing spree
b#tch look at me
Likе she want this dick (Yo)
Stay out my face before i bust yo sh#t (Yo)
She popped that perc but she ain’t got sh#t hoe
f#ck that b#tch she ain’t sh#t (Yo)
Comin’ to the front yeah, I ain’t worried bout sh#t
If yo b#tch act up
Then she getting this dick
Yeah me and Mar goin’ back to back in the back doin’ lines til our eyes roll back
We don’t give a f#ck
f#ck em’ up stab these b#tches from the back
Hit em’ with the pipe yeah we got em’ rollin back
Bust yo sh#t up
Til you can’t stand up
Boy’s got moves like Jackson
Knock your sh#t out, One Punch Man (yeah)
Hachem on that beat, rappin’ for the middle east (yeah)
Prayin’ five times a day Wallahi
Couple wives, don’t stop me
My homie the player we’ll pop you like broccoli
Eatin’ my girl like its broccoli
I’m on the grind you can’t stop me
f#ck you b#tch one time she got that sloppy
Hit up the boys to the club ’round 6
f#ck around without scoopin’ out the stick
Swinging with the force called raps like i’m tricky
Holding it for Max he gonna go crazy
Call him a brit cus he gonna shank me
Maxwell on the track
All these girls on my dick
But it looks like a
Tic
Tac
If you got a problem i’ll run that sh#t back (Ay)
Getting b#tches all night (On my good name)
This song so hard that I just came
Yeah i’m the best in the town, if you talk sh#t i’ll smack you down
Within round 1 i’ll leave you down
All in the ground, keep playing around
And you’ll be 6 feet in the ground
I’m not playing around (yeah)
Told her to come around (yeah)
Cus she about to fill this flute (yeah)
Hold up, now he’s shivering
We came through like we’re delivering
Hit up the block now he shit-ing
We made him red cus we tagged him
All these rounds left cus we finna get his brother too
Ask so many questions like we playin’ Kaa-hoot (ay)
Now we’re back to Marquis cus he’s sweeter then a Mars Bar!
Yeah sweeter then a mars bar
Got these rap skills up (to par)
We be in the street drivin’ fast cars, Donuts in the winter in the lot til I see stars
Imma f#ck up this b#tch, p#ss# leave scars
Her love got me trippin’ hella hard
My boys roll up better stand guard
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