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letra de norf face - seafood sam

[intro: seafood sam]
yeah!
(play on, playa, play on)
this some fly sh-t for the fly peoples out there
i mean…
if you ain’t got your wings, young n-gga, then don’t listen to this
seafood sam, huey briss
yeah!
uh

[verse 1: seafood sam]
why lie, i’m as good as it gets
finish your layups or you doing sprints
act an ass when i’m chugging the fifth
hendawg got me barking at your b-tch so stay away from the fence
you n-ggas wasn’t built for this (nah)
who else steered shopping, still feel this rich
i got a meal to get for every mil’ i split
name dirty, two lc’s make it legit
only rocking off-white with my pro club dirty
say i’m pulling up but for sure won’t hurt ’em (sure won’t hurt ’em)
deals over breakfast, i’m in soho early
riding by myself likе who gon’ hurt me (f-ck gon’ hurt me)
this money got mе seeing sh-t different
i guess granny prayers really hit me
i’m at the top of the key, i was born with the vision
in the back of a throat, i’m informing the wisdom
[interlude: huey briss]
fly n-ggas only
uh-uh, long beach, we the coldest (coldest)
ask around, n-ggas know, eh (know, eh)
ask around, n-ggas’ll notice
seafood, he the coldest (seafood, he the coldest)
sh-t for fly n-ggas only (sh-t for fly n-ggas, lame)
long beach, we the coldest (for sure)
yeah

[verse 2: huey briss]
i’m so [?] how i sculpt it
the flow is too deadly for the corporate
the woman with her throat cut told me i’m the dopest so i own it (f-ck it)
rolling up, looking at the ocean
house matched the boat, bro, you really gotta go in (yeah)
b-tches get attached when they see that money flowing (yeah)
she used to rich n-ggas tricking off but i don’t spend (ha-ha)
new sweatpants (yeah), waiting as my jet land
i’m just tryna get some gold daytons like the next man
’64 ss green with the arc (arc)
and it sound like a demon when the keys make it start
show cars on the street, putting miles on her feet
and it’s no competition, we the flyest in the beach (flyest in the beach)
the big dawgs vouch (vouch), the b-tches can’t help it
the slum in the village and they all so selfish
you ain’t even gotta see it and you know it’s me
put this verse up for auction at the f-cking sotheby’s, n-gga
[outro: huey briss]
yeah
seafood… and we do
uh-uh, we do
they can’t do what we do
they can’t do what we do, they just copy people
they just copy people, and we just do what we do
they can’t, uh…

- seafood sam

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