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scotty cain - crucial lick lyrics

[intro]
austin on the track
h+llo?
yeah… oh. sh+t yeah i’m f+cking with that!
mane he [?] us then (gang gang)
man ([?] on go n+gga) i’m ’bout to go holla a [?] and grab the sticks, real sh+t b+tch
you bett+ i’ma f+ck over you if you play with me (mafia), b+tch

[chorus]
my lil b+tch put me on a crucial l!ck (a crucial l!ck)
she say the n+gga flock and that he got them bricks (he got the bricks)
so i sent my shooters to go hit the l!ck (go hit the l!ck)
they came back with it then we split the sh+t, yeah
and now we ridin’ around juggin’ with them hammers in them foreigns
smoking all them pounds and all them double cups we pouring n+gga (pouring n+gga)
yeah
slip up b+tch you gon’ be a l!ck (gon’ be a l!ck)
come try to get it back, that choppa a leave you zipped

[verse 1]
put me on a crucial l!ck
she say the n+gga flock and that he got them bricks
f+ck it, that’s the l!ck i’m hittin’ (that’s the l!ck i’m hittin’)
’cause i wanna see if the sh+t legit (it better be legit)
i told my shooter get the cutter, load it up ’till it can’t take no more (’till it can’t take no more)
this hoe ever play games, this hoe gotta go (we k!llin’ hoe)
we gon’ let it blow (we gon’ let it blow), and that’s fo’sho (and that’s fo’sho)
and trash bag that n+gga, he get the [calico?] (the [calico?])
and i just hit a n+gga, i ought to have a pound (i have a pound)
it ain’t that much but that n+gga shouldn’t have been [?] ([?])
that stick a make him sh+t, ain’t gotta shoot a round (ain’t gotta shoot)
come try to get it back and b+tch it’s going down (it’s going down)
n+gga go put you up over yo sh+t (over yo sh+t)
yeah (b+tch)
’cause you be on that hoe sh+t, yeah (on that hoe sh+t, b+tch)
steady ridin’ more d+ck, yeah (you be ridin’ n+ggas’ d+ck)
n+gga you a hoe, b+tch (yeah)
[chorus]
my lil b+tch put me on a crucial l!ck (a crucial l!ck)
she say the n+gga flock and that he got them bricks (he got the bricks)
so i sent my shooters to go hit the l!ck (go hit the l!ck)
they came back with it then we split the sh+t, yeah
and now we ridin’ around juggin’ with them hammers in them foreigns
smoking all them pounds and all them double cups we pouring n+gga (pouring n+gga)
yeah
slip up b+tch you gon’ be a l!ck (gon’ be a l!ck)
come try to get it back, that choppa a leave you zipped

[verse 2]
i thought i hit a n+gga [?] pound a gas (i thought i did)
i couldn’t get off that sh+t ’cause it was really trash (shiiiit)
but f+ck it, that steel on that n+gga ass (it’s on his [?])
he ain’t got the pound of gas
ain’t gettin’ it back
b+tch i’m steady sippin’ act
i hit a n+gga in miami [?] pack
f+ck him ’cause he really rat
tell it like it is, sh+t it’s how it happened
we met him at the [?], i told him, “sell me something”
he pulled up with all his sh+t, but then he left with nothing (his scary ass)
and who the f+ck is this calling me, say he yo cousin? (f+ck that n+gga)
go get whoever you want, n+gga, i’m really thuggin’
i be ridin’ fly, make me go pull out that bucket
make me get that chopper out the [?] (brrra)
i took some sh+t that was illegal for you
f+ck call the police, let’s really [?]
[chorus]
my lil b+tch put me on a crucial l!ck (a crucial l!ck)
she say the n+gga flock and that he got them bricks (he got the bricks)
so i sent my shooters to go hit the l!ck (go hit the l!ck)
they came back with it then we split the sh+t, yeah
and now we ridin’ around juggin’ with them hammers in them foreigns
smoking all them pounds and all them double cups we pouring n+gga (pouring n+gga)
yeah
slip up b+tch you gon’ be a l!ck (gon’ be a l!ck)
come try to get it back, that choppa a leave you zipped

- scotty cain lyrics

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