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’86 carolina west - seafood sam lyrics

[intro]
ooh, that’s what i’m talking about, yeah
eh eh, pour me up another drink and roll me up another
i’m going to have a good time, y’all

[verse 1]
look, pop the cork
champagne spilling, caviar up on my fork
made it this far with little to no support
i ain’t in the league but feet stay on the court
never made grace but whips stay in the sport
stand front and center in the rainstorm holdin’ the torch
this ain’t my first rodeo, i’m good with the horse
german engineering when i hop out a porsche
put it into every plan covert mission to board
machete takin’ half like a f*cked*up divorce
known to get ghosts on some trunk in the north
loose screw, i don’t choose to move different
’cause what’s in my blunt will shapeshift ’em
ridin’ with an optimus prime up on my waistband
or gettin’ h*lla high till i can’t stand

[hook]
no i ain’t never trippin’ ’bout a n*gga, if i ever was to trip about a n*gga then i’d never get richer
gotta focus on these stacks, had to take a step back so i could see the big picture
i ain’t never trippin’ ’bout a b*tch, if i ever was to trip about a b*tch then i’d never get rich
gotta focus on the stash instead of worryin’ ’bout ass so i won’t come in last
so i won’t come in last
[bridge]
seein’ 110 on the dash with a blunt in the air tryna find where the ash
karma in the mag, hard to relax, always quick to react

[verse 2]
might hop out the passenger seat
let the fox fur drag, gator the feet
cheesin’, 24 karat my t**th
cold soul, every role i’m playin’ for keeps
champagne bottles all labeled with cliq’
once the big dog outta the yard it ain’t no hidin’ from me
state to state, you can’t get outta my reach
everybody gettin’ got who not ridin’ with me
smoothest n*gga to do this, hands down
feet stay planted, my head stuck in the clouds
counter top granite, my yard stretchin’ for miles
with two snipers and a pitbull guardin’ my grounds
bein’ honest, this what luxury look like
i’m comfortable knowin’ all my neighbors is uptight
same lil’ n*gga from the lido still ghetto in the hills eatin’ chili cheese fritos

[hook]
no i ain’t never trippin’ ’bout a n*gga, if i ever was to trip about a n*gga then i’d never get richer
gotta focus on these stacks, had to take a step back so i could see the big picture
i ain’t never trippin’ ’bout a b*tch, if i ever was to trip about a b*tch then i’d never get rich
gotta focus on the stash instead of worryin’ ’bout ass so i won’t come in last
[outro]
rest in peace our big homie [?]
so i won’t come in last
seein’ 110 on the dash with a blunt in the air tryna find where the ash
karma in the mag, hard to relax, always quick to react
all black, tryna find where you at
got a pump in the trunk but it can’t fix a flat
[?] feel chill whenever you up to bat
’cause when you callin’ a hit we don’t believe in that

- seafood sam lyrics

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