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piff gang - little mexico lyrics

[verse 1: super dertie]

i’m rolling rolls, lighting fires up the whole time
[?]
on the way to see some pengy with a flat belly
said i’ll be 5 minutes, so get the flat ready
she knows the deal, i’m super dertie, i don’t play games
unless it’s 2 chicks, same ends, same names
i live the life of an entertainer with mega papers
rolling around like you can f-ck it, celebrate the status
middle finger sh-t, like i’ve just seen the pigs
f-cking the world as my spliff goes down in increments
i’m in the clouds, smoke amounts, some would call preposterous
my piff the driest in the pipe, [?]
[?], addicted to that boss sh-t
rolling deep, yeah my team is like the cosa nostra
got the ting in trunk, pumping summer funk
sunny on the m1, drunk, skunk up in my lungs

[chorus]

piffing out in public, piffing when i creep
piffing when i wake up, piffing when i sleep
piff in my backpack, piff in my jeans
piff gang gets them gs, piff gang keep it g
piffing out in public, piffing when i creep
piff when i wake up, piffing when i sleep
piff in my backpack, piff in my jeans
piff gang gets them gs, piff gang keep it g

[verse 2: don silk]

i’m in little mexico, bagging up the piff
sipping henny xo, bally on my b-tch
rolling 4 deep with no strally in the whip
but the man in the back seat is real handy with a [?]
i’ve got mandy in my drink
jaw swinging like i give a d-mn what you think (no)
eyes fl!cking more than the paps snapping pics
yeah there’s mud in my cup, but i don’t give a f-ck, got my middle finger up
when i buy a draw, it’s 28 grams
fresh trim, polo hat, vintage ray-bans
the dro iller, got me twitching like rain-man
[?], the hoes digging like chain gang
it’s the don silk, my b-tch a dime in a dozen
rolls my weed up and keeps a pie in the oven
i’m piffing harder than howard marks
the bars are the power plant that got my brain fried [?]

[chorus]

[verse 3: phaze one]

i ain’t got no time to worry, a care
h-lla high yet i am slumped up in this chair
but f-ck it, who needs to see things clear
when clearly, most things that [?] isn’t fair
f-ck it, i’m merely, talking what i see
i guess the n-gga in me’s got me walking on this beat
i’m all for peace, while you’re talking to the beast
eating pork with the police, how awful can you be?
please, leave me be
i’ve got this sticky green cheese i’m about flip on the case of a random dvd
seeing three, i, myself and me
i’ve got a kettle inside of me blowing self esteem
and even when i’m low, you can’t distort the dream
i’ll make the cream, give my nan dough, but i ain’t portuguese
i’m painting pictures that ignorant n-ggas aught to see
i’m high and out of control, skunk [?]

[chorus]

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