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brotha lynch hung & sicx – crawl thru the hood lyrics

[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

- brotha lynch hung sicx lyrics

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