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letra de norf face 2 - seafood sam

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[intro: seafood sam]
yeah
(ayy, ayy, where my baby mama at?)
yeah, northside to the eastside
you know how we ride
yeah, man
some ol’ fly sh-t
yeah, that suit and tie sh-t
yeah, talk to you real quick
yo, look

[verse 1: seafood sam]
smoke got me lifting, tap dancing on the ceiling
came to k!ll my good intentions
born with the vision, eagle eye prescription
feet can’t stop when you say you on a mission
i need it by the day, i can’t wait for tomorrow
i ain’t gotta make a threat ’cause you know who we are
heavy arms, aks, knives and bombs
i got a swat team in the trunk of my car
i’m too smooth wit’ it
give me the rock and i’ll show you what to do wit’ it
they worship my opinion like a food critic
heavy clapping at the top, seeing roof pigeons
keep your eyes on the prize ’cause you might miss it
remain the same if you came to win
stack every dollar ’til it’s time to spend
everything’ll be fine, you keep your mind
[verse 2: huey briss]
never had to fake it to get involved
n-ggas bored, them same n-ggas fall
once they get it all, now they going jesse livermore
we live it all and never had the chance to ask for guidance (yeah, for real)
since i was small, the only thing they ever had was silence (shh)
but never mind it, people eyeing when i’m passing by ’em
we at the waldorf wildin’, n-gga, just asked for brian
my mind is way too vibrant to deal with super science
open the app and change the climate, catch him if you find him
yeah, there, anywhere
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
smoke got me lifted, backflipping on the ceiling
something for the sunrise, early morning chilling
rolling up the spliff, i’m with the baddest on the mission (real)
i need a million cash, bro, i had a premonition (uh-huh)
houses for my children, big acres, high ceilings
pitts in the yard but i’m not bullsh-tting
ask long beach lloyd who the youngest n-ggas sipping? (for real)

[outro: seafood sam & huey briss]
yeah
imagine six fours, n-gga
bands in the cut
yeah, yeah, smoke got me lifted, tap dancing on the ceiling
some folks saying we the flyest in the city

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