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Piffy Smalls - Concrete Beach Lyrics



Piffy Smalls - Concrete Beach Lyrics




Im mister wake up in the morning in get high
Smellin like dove then I'm getting fly
You know a nigga gotta hit the streets
Cause if i don't then a nigga don't eat
You know me I'm Piffy from two nine
Banana liquor hit you up with two nines
I rythme plus i trap
IPhone is my trap
An i beez in the trap
You don't beez where I'm at
Come an pull up to the trap
Foam cup take a seat
Welcome to the Concrete Beach
She get drunk put your shooter in a uber
But where I'm from the little niggas is the shooters
I got what u want and got what u need
Welcome to the city we the Concrete beach
We the mother f*cking jungle
Sit back this the get back
Where my chips at
Where my dips at
I need a break where my kitkat
Got something special with no kick back
You can't hold you tek in ur techs
Shorty sweating me more than my sweats
Water fight the way i make her wet
Asthma pump for when I'm outta breath
You know me Piffy from two nine
Don't run up from behind i hit you with two nines
Still on my grind money on my mind
I don't sell dimes i don't want your nine
Besides the two catch me one the nine
Still up on my grind
Foam cup take a seat
Welcome to the Concrete Beach
She get drunk put your shooter in a uber
But where I'm from the little niggas is the shooters
I got what u want and got what u need
Welcome to the city we the Concrete beach
We the mother f*cking jungle
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Im mister wake up in the morning in get high
Smellin like dove then I'm getting fly
You know a nigga gotta hit the streets
Cause if i don't then a nigga don't eat
You know me I'm Piffy from two nine
Banana liquor hit you up with two nines
I rythme plus i trap
IPhone is my trap
An i beez in the trap
You don't beez where I'm at
Come an pull up to the trap
Foam cup take a seat
Welcome to the Concrete Beach
She get drunk put your shooter in a uber
But where I'm from the little niggas is the shooters
I got what u want and got what u need
Welcome to the city we the Concrete beach
We the mother f*cking jungle
Sit back this the get back
Where my chips at
Where my dips at
I need a break where my kitkat
Got something special with no kick back
You can't hold you tek in ur techs
Shorty sweating me more than my sweats
Water fight the way i make her wet
Asthma pump for when I'm outta breath
You know me Piffy from two nine
Don't run up from behind i hit you with two nines
Still on my grind money on my mind
I don't sell dimes i don't want your nine
Besides the two catch me one the nine
Still up on my grind
Foam cup take a seat
Welcome to the Concrete Beach
She get drunk put your shooter in a uber
But where I'm from the little niggas is the shooters
I got what u want and got what u need
Welcome to the city we the Concrete beach
We the mother f*cking jungle
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