Lil Dicky - How Can I Become A Bawlaa lyrics

[Chorus:] Ridin' round smoking weed with ma foreign b**h Ridin' round smoking weed with ma foreign b**h Ma window down, I'm riding to ma new sh** (wish dat was me) Got ma new b**h, got ma, got ma new b**h (this dude a g!) Ion't camp off with no j's they sell them hoes for free (what the f** that mean?) Never payin for no p**y, f** them hoes for free That's a f**ing bawlaa How can I become a bawlaa? [Verse 1:] Mirror mirror on the wall How can dicky learn to ball I wish I was TIP and I could spit some sh** with southern drawls I wish I could flip a brick and spit dat sh** like Ricky Ross Holla at broads, at the mall Spit about a maf**an b**h up in da wip And getting lit up in the backseat Talkin sh** about a dinner with an athlete f** that, can't rap like the rest of these maf**as Without all ma writtens being fact free Do y'all know how bad I wish I could But y'all would laugh if I spit hood So now ya man is making jams about some random sh**, when dudes is rappin bout they f**in weaponry Homicidal tendencies The only dough that I can boast about is seeded sesame I'm jealous B. Cause errbody in the game get to say they k** Errbody in the game get to say steal Errbody in the game sayin words like trill Really wish that I could make that hit Fake that sh** Without coming off all gay n sh** Cause if I coulda rapped like wayne Then I'd prolly be sayin a lot of the crazy sh** like I'm a k** you p**y a** b**hes with the chopper Now make that p**y pop off... and this sh** would sound proper [Chorus:] Ridin' round smoking weed with ma foreign b**h Ridin' round smoking weed with ma foreign b**h Ma window down, I'm riding to ma new sh** (wish dat was me) Got ma new b**h, got ma, got ma new b**h (this dude a g!) Ion't camp off with no j's they sell them hoes for free (what the f** that mean?) Never payin for no p**y, f** them hoes for free That's a f**ing bawlaa How can I become a bawlaa? [Verse 2:] Here we go Here's a flow Bout some sh** I really know I'm a spit it raw and swag it up as if I'm really cold Ma cheerios is honey nut Gear at most a hunned bucks PS I Love You is on the TV dicky tearin up Go up to the bathroom, I have to Ma dentist say I gotta make an effort now it's time to floss Hollat ma dog, and I call the maf**a to me and Get a leash and take him out to walk Roll around the ave I put his sh** up in a bag And then a wip pull up, the windows down, this b**h look out and asking How she get back on the high way Told dat b**h to drive straight And take a left on honeycut But stay up in the right lane Cause it come up kinda quick You see what the f** I'm sayin, Other people get to rap about like Home cooked crack, and like jail n sh** And I gotta spit a lotta sh** about a muthaf**in Kid up in a crib that's got the central air It's not fair No one cares Real talk I just wanna braid ma hair And rap about whatever bruh Money hoes etcetera Instead of bein clever every measure but I'm never gonn be [Chorus:] Ridin' round smoking weed with ma foreign b**h Ridin' round smoking weed with ma foreign b**h Ma window down, I'm riding to ma new sh** (wish dat was me) Got ma new b**h, got ma, got ma new b**h (this dude a g!) Ion't camp off with no j's they sell them hoes for free (what the f** that mean?) Never payin for no p**y, f** them hoes for free That's a f**ing bawlaa How can I become a bawlaa?