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hood church boy - seafood sam lyrics

[intro]
ok
seafood
hey, where my baby mama at?

[verse]
yo
the feeling of spilling, expensive wine in the bathtub
live like a king, receive the finest back rubs
champion smile (champion smile)
the outfit not complete unless the feet crocodile (feet crocodile)
body new to the earth, soul been here a while
leather coat the new blade, yo babe running for miles
i remember unc told me, smoking a black and mild (mild)
“you was born with the gift, the voice of the golden child”
so i speak freely (speak freely)
dressed like i’m heading to a speakeasy (speakeasy)
three piece looking like the new t**th stevie (new t**th stevie)
hand wave the whole face, n*ggas can’t see me (n*ggas can’t see me)
i be in the lab weekly, the fiends need me
dust settle, that’s a clean sweep
3 peat back*to*back wins with no cheat sheet
freaks be bouncing on the springs like a clean jeep
believe me, she go both ways, but ain’t cheesy
i swear l’m the hardest (i swear i’m the hardest)
no matter the artist (no matter the artist)
seafood got a buffet and you can get all this
rules follow us, to love songs we gone mosh pit
[hook]
a lot of n*ggas try to move how i do, but they don’t got the loot
to push the new coupe like me
while i be looking clean as i roll through the city
with a pocket full of chili in a fresh white tee
bad b*tches trying to roll with a player, they know who touching paper
but no, you can’t be the wifey
’cause i’ll never lose sight of what l’m here to do in life
and real n*ggas out here getting money would agree
on god

- seafood sam lyrics

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