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lil dicky – how can i become a bawlaa lyrics

[intro]
“hey, what’s going on man, it’s your boy ld
and i’m a pretty big rap fan, and
i’m noticing that every other rapper get to say whatever they want
so, i just wanted to make a song where i could, like, act like i was the man
like “mercy,” but my friend dean said i couldn’t
and, he a hundred percent right
if i tried to say anything cool, i would just sound, like… g-y
you know what kind of disadvantage that puts me at, where i just can’t say anything cool?
like, literally, the only thing i could think of was to bring a black dude in for the chorus, so shout out corey gunz”

[hook]
ridin’ round smoking weed with my foreign b-tch
ridin’ round smoking weed with my foreign b-tch
my window down, i’m riding to my new sh-t (wish that was me…)
got my new b-tch, got my, got my new b-tch (this dude a g..!)
i don’t camp off wit no j’s, they sell them hoes for free (what the f-ck that mean?)
never payin’ for no p-ssy, f-ck them hoes for free
that’s a f-cking bawlaa
how can i become a bawlaa?

[verse 1]
mirror mirror on the wall
how can d-cky learn to ball?
i wish i was t.i.p. and i could spit some sh-t with southern drawls
i wish i could flip a brick and spit that sh-t like ricky ross
holla at broads, at the mall
spit about a muhf-ckin’ b-tch up in ‘da whip
and getting lit up in the backseat
talking sh-t about a dinner with an athlete
f-ck that, can’t rap like the rest of these muhf-ckers
without all my 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 your man is making jams about some random sh-t
when dudes is rappin’ bout they f-cking weaponry
homicidal tendencies
the only dough that i can boast about is seeded sesame
i’m jealous, b
cause everybody in the game get to say they k!ll
everybody in the game get to say they steal
everybody in the game sayin’ words like “trill”
really wish that i could make that hit, fake that sh-t
without coming off all g-y and sh-t
cuz if i could’ve rapped like wayne
then i’d prolly be saying a lot of the crazy sh-t, like
“i’mma k!ll you p-ssy -ss b-tches with the chopper!
now make that p-ssy pop off!”
and this sh-t would sound proper

[chorus]
ridin’ round smoking weed with my foreign b-tch
ridin’ round smoking weed with my foreign b-tch
my window down, i’m riding to my new sh-t (wish that was me…)
got my new b-tch, got my, got my new b-tch (this dude a g!)
i don’t camp off wit no j’s they sell them hoes for free (what the f-ck that mean?)
never payin’ for no p-ssy, f-ck them hoes for free
that’s a f-cking bawlaa
how can i become a bawlaa?
(i just wish i could say black things, straight up)

[verse 2 ]
here we go, here’s a flow
bout some sh-t i really know
i’mma spit it raw and swag it up as if i’m really cold
my cheerios is honey nut
gear at most a hundred bucks
p.s. i love you is on the tv, d-cky tearin’ up
go up to the bathroom, i have to
my dentist say i gotta make an effort, now it’s time to floss
holler at my dog, and i call the muhf-cker to me, and
get a leash and take him out to walk
roll around the ave, i put his sh-t up in a bag
and then a whip pull up, the windows down, this b-tch look out and asking how she get back on the highway
told that b-tch 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-ck i’m saying? other people get to rap about, like
home cooked crack, and, like, jail and sh-t
and i gotta spit a lotta sh-t about a motherf-cking kid up in a crib that’s got the central air
it’s not fair, no one cares
real talk, i just wanna braid my hair
and rap about whatever, bruh
money, hoes, etcetera
instead of being clever every measure but i’m never gonna be…

[hook]
ridin’ round smoking weed wit my foreign b-tch
ridin’ round smoking weed wit my foreign b-tch
my window down, i’m riding to my new sh-t (wish that was me…)
got my new b-tch, got my, got my new b-tch (this dude a g!)
ion’t camp off wit no j’s they sell them hoes for free (what the f-ck that mean?)
never payin’ for no p-ssy, f-ck them hoes for free
that’s a f-cking bawlaa
how can i become a bawlaa?

[outro]
“yeah, like, it ain’t fair
like, kanye says sh-t like “have you ever had s-x with a pharaoh? i put the p-ssy in a sarcophagus.”
and n0body remotely questions that, they just respect his swag more
rick ross say his “car smell like blue cheese.”
if i said my sh-t smell like blue cheese, people would just think
like, i was eating wings in my car, and, like, making a mess, like a godd-mn mess…
so… f-ck”

- lil dicky lyrics

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