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lirik lagu crawl thru the hood – brotha lynch hung & sicx

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[verse 1: sicx]
come creep with me
come creeps with me
come creep with the n*gga with the 4*4 pump
lookin for that n*gga with the funk, with the 24th street block n*gga named lynch
pump*pump when i dump yo punk ass
in a ditch
n*gga this creek sicc m*th*f*cka right here is like [?] stay up all night
so [?] yo whole m*th*f*ckin hood wit white chalk*sta
[?]
take the fate for the only n*gga that raise up
to a sicc m*th*f*cka [?] bass up
straight up n*gga
no love from a trigga that comes
from a n*gga that runs with the one
that’ll chew the p*ssy up like gum
n*gga hit this block sweet
hot ones creep from the devil the red caprice
fool catch this heat from mr spliff
a gift to lift your feet up the m*th*f*ckin concrete
cough up, your meat, yo nuts, yo guts, your soul
to a schitz with the 4*4 pis*
’tola, blood freezing up like cola
n*gga done [?]
thinking about this sh*t feels good
as i crawl up through your m*th*f*ckin hood
[chorus]
creeps as i creeps as i crawls thru thе hood
crawls, thru the hood i let em know [?] good
as i creeps, as i creeps and crawls thru thе hood
crawls, thru the hood
lettin’ em have it like a g should

as i creeps as i creeps and crawls up thru yo hood
crawls, thru the hood i let em know [?] good
as i creeps, as i creeps and crawls thru the hood
crawls, up thru your hood
letting em have it like a g should

[verse 2: sicx]
50 [?]
hold my d*ck and light a stick of bomb toke
n*gga pump*pump pump*pump*pump*pump through my window
look at this sh*t
glass and sh*lls up on my dashboard
i hit the floor lookin for my 4*4
n*gga swerve to the left, can’t see
better liquor for i be
either wrapped to a pole
or flippin my sh*t or peeled up to a tree
come follow me deep
come swallow my heat
i got they ass
where i want em
c*ck the clip in
flip a [?] triple sixes right up on em
playin chicken while i’m leakin’ blood and glass
from my arms and hands and face burning up like mace
kicking my ass
these n*ggas ain’t movin’ an inch
finna’ clench my sh*t, but grab my wheel
these fools is h*lla loc’d
but show em mine so let’s get ill
i take my sh*t for [?] to sixty*five
they match my speed, i hit that weed until we both collide
to my rambo sh*t i grab my strap fell out the door
rollin on my back, i’m buckin
fifty*one*fifty n*ggas wanna get me
but f*ck dying like that
still lettin’ em have it and to my surprise
my forty*fo’ grip tore up mo sh*t, blowing guts to bits
insides, and chunks of meat, n*gga 24th streets of g’s
got this n*ggas back and i counted about six hundred and sixty*six m*th*f*ckers that’ll wrap your nuts up in a sack
and it’s like that
[chorus]
creeps as i creeps and crawls, thru the hood
crawls, thru the hood i let em know [?] good
as i creeps, as i creeps and crawls thru the hood
crawls, up thru yo hood
lettin’ em have it like a g should

as i creeps as i creeps as i crawls thru the hood
crawls, thru the hood and let em know [?] good
as i creeps, as i creeps and crawls thru your hood
crawls, thru your hood
lettin’ em have it like a g should

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