Young Lace - I Don't Wanna Be You lyrics

[Verse 1: Gla**es Malone] Started A, skipped to see who wanna be you It's a V-12, roof is see through You know how G do, slow my swagger down Then screw my swagger up, then load the mac with rounds Then I hit your block, you better hit the house I'll change that magazine, soon as this clip is out You n***as talkin' bad, don't get to trippin' out Cause yo daddy catch the blues, you know the crips is out And we get nasty homie, just like a stripper's mouth Wash them oil stains, cause once you slip it's pow Noodles in your lap, sauce is on your seat G is on the mic, Rotem on the beat What it do, this how it's gotta be Make 'em wash they mouth, ? Now tell 'em squash the beef, they know my squad is deep Or watch 'em play the p**y, I'll make 'em squat to pee [Hook: Young Lace] No, no, I do not see you Started A and skipped the C cause I don't wanna be you No, no, I do not see you I started A and skipped the C cause I don't wanna be you No, no, I don't wanna be you I don't wanna, I don't wanna, I don't wanna be you I don't wanna be you Started A and skipped the C cause I don't wanna be you [Verse 2: Young Lace] Big money speakin', I leave a n***a leakin' Call me Nyquil cause I'll be leavin' n***as sleepin' What is you thinkin'? Rappin' is my comfort I'm gettin' that green, you can call it cucumbers Crazy lifestyle, Evel Kinevel My gun goes pop, there goes the weasle I'm leavin' haters on the cement Any given Sunday, now call me Willie Beamen I stay schemin' and plottin' On my next buck, I don't really give a f** like I'm Rodman I got wordplay, keep yah head bobbin' And f** a price tag, if I want it then I'm coppin' Yeah, a n***a got a lot of leverage I'm gettin' money, gettin' money is my heritage I don't give a sh** and I don't give a f** either I'm kinda like Nas, I be spittin' that ether [Hook: Young Lace] [Verse 3: Wiz Khalifa] They've done cleared the planes for takeoff So y'all gon' need to go hard or keep your day job I'm on the same sh** them rich n***as on Backseat, playin' Xbox, Jordan slippers on Sippin rose, smell the kush cologne Tell 'em I need ESPN and ? I get money, I'm grown So I walk inside the bank like, "Honey I'm home" And I'm the pilot so they call me co*ky Pocket full of presidents, the ones you see without the body I'm gettin' face, I'm switchin' states Sayin' prayers for my dog, I hope he whips his case I set the pace, you follow suit From the streets but I party where all the models do If your friend's s**y, call her too And skip past A and B, just let a n***a see all of you [Hook: Young Lace] [Verse 4: Guyana] Two car garage, two cars inside Two more in my driveway that I don't ever drive Ten flatscreens in my crib, I'm in the backseat of my whip I got a chauffeur in my Maybach that I pay stacks cause I'm rich Got more gla**es than Malone, gotta walk around with two phones Cause them hoes won't leave me alone, got more cars than you've got clothes Wiz wanna be my roommate, Louie V on my suitcase You get the picture, Blu-Ray, I'm the one, you're too late Doin' sh** that's illegal, my connect is a chico Take your money, repo, you rappers s**, deep throat I'm not the same as you cheap hoes, those people that need dough You walk around doin' free shows, I'm ballin', Tim Tebow [Hook: Young Lace]