Seth Dyer - Why Would I lyrics
[Intro] [Intro Chorus: Seth Dyer] Why would I wanna' be you the sh** I do it don't come cheap Why would I wanna' be you the sh** I do it don't come free Why would I wanna' be you n***a' why would I wanna be you Why would I wanna' be you n***a' [Verse 1: Seth Dyer] I get paper like a mailbox, n***as' lukewarm and I'm red hot I do this sh** for real and you just talk, I run the whole team you the mascot n***a' I just eat like I'm Rick Ross, and I'm high cla** like a Maybach Eagles on my chains and these b**hes give me brains, n***a stay in your lane like you see cops Oh God I'm looking like a star, you thinking that you hot, you seeing a mirage Oh Lord, I think I'm going off, I keep it hand on like a ma**age Live large, ill like Nas, n***a' you a fraud, pose like Kate Moss Straight boss, clothes all dark, I wanna' own clubs and not play golf Haha, man how do I come up with all of this sh** I'm k**ing these rappers I'm digging a ditch And I just be grinding that's shout out to Clipse And your girl just tatted my name on her tits Now I be up in this b**h and I like it, say f** you n***as' that's what I decided Roll with my team n***a I am so bias, go back to school hommie' you need some guidance Making this gold I got the hand of midas, you say you got sk** n***a' I cannot find it Your outfit says you ain't' sh** you should hide it, my outfit says you cannot even buy it [Chorus: Seth Dyer] Why would I wanna' be you the sh** I do it don't come cheap Why would I wanna' be you the sh** I do it don't come free Why would I wanna' be you n***a' why would I wanna be you Why would I wanna' be you n***a' Why would I wanna' be you the sh** I do it don't come cheap Why would I wanna' be you the sh** I do it don't come free Why would I wanna' be you n***a' why would I wanna be you Why would I wanna' be you n***a' [Verse 2: Seth Dyer] Why would I wanna' be you I can be me, your b**h lookin' at me on the TV My game so cold like it's in Sochi, you don't get sh** n***a' you just so cheap When you around me n***a' just don't speak, always on my sh** I be winning this whole week You always losing like you be coyote, my team road running n***a' beep beep f** with a girl that's cla**ic, don't f** with a girl that's ratchet Three broads they be laying on the mattress, f** them all I can call that a hat trick So wet I be in the Atlantic, with the s**, they all addicts Got my dick up like taxes, got my dick up like taxes Haha, I just say what I want to when I wanna say it My worth is so high you can't even pay it There's no piece for you in this pie it's been taken And I love my work every day is a vacation Now we on your b**hes playlist like all day, my flow so smooth you can call that sh** Olay Clothes are all black I am so far from holy, plan all this ballin' like I just be coaching My j**ellery is tanned it is so golden, playing my cards and I never be folding Don't gotta' focus I go through the motions and you are so fake n***a' you must be joking [Chorus x1.5] [Outro]