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why would i - seth dyer lyrics

[intro]

[intro chorus: seth dyer]
why would i wanna’ be you the sh-t i do it don’t come cheap
why would i wanna’ be you the sh-t i do it don’t come free
why would i wanna’ be you n-gga’ why would i wanna be you
why would i wanna’ be you n-gga’

[verse 1: seth dyer]
i get paper like a mailbox, n-ggas’ lukewarm and i’m red hot
i do this sh-t for real and you just talk, i run the whole team you the mascot
n-gga’ i just eat like i’m rick ross, and i’m high cl-ss like a maybach
eagles on my chains and these b-tches give me brains, n-gga 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 m-ssage
live large, ill like nas, n-gga’ 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-t
i’m k!lling 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 t-ts
now i be up in this b-tch and i like it, say f-ck you n-ggas’ that’s what i decided
roll with my team n-gga 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!ll n-gga’ i cannot find it
your outfit says you ain’t’ sh-t you should hide it, my outfit says you cannot even buy it

[chorus: seth dyer]
why would i wanna’ be you the sh-t i do it don’t come cheap
why would i wanna’ be you the sh-t i do it don’t come free
why would i wanna’ be you n-gga’ why would i wanna be you
why would i wanna’ be you n-gga’
why would i wanna’ be you the sh-t i do it don’t come cheap
why would i wanna’ be you the sh-t i do it don’t come free
why would i wanna’ be you n-gga’ why would i wanna be you
why would i wanna’ be you n-gga’

[verse 2: seth dyer]
why would i wanna’ be you i can be me, your b-tch lookin’ at me on the tv
my game so cold like it’s in sochi, you don’t get sh-t n-gga’ you just so cheap
when you around me n-gga’ just don’t speak, always on my sh-t i be winning this whole week
you always losing like you be coyote, my team road running n-gga’ beep beep
f-ck with a girl that’s cl-ssic, don’t f-ck with a girl that’s ratchet
three broads they be laying on the mattress, f-ck them all i can call that a hat trick
so wet i be in the atlantic, with the s-x, they all addicts
got my d-ck up like taxes, got my d-ck 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-tches playlist like all day, my flow so smooth you can call that sh-t olay
clothes are all black i am so far from holy, plan all this ballin’ like i just be coaching
my jewellery 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-gga’ you must be joking

[chorus x1.5]

[outro]

- seth dyer lyrics

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