Lil DickyHow Can I Become a Bawlaa

Hey, what's going on man?
This your boy LD
And I'm a pretty big rap fan
And I noticin' 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... gay.
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

Chorus

Ridin' round smoking weed wit ma foreign bitch
Ridin' round smoking weed wit ma foreign bitch
Ma window down, I'm riding to ma new shit (wish dat was me)

Got ma new bitch, got ma, got ma new bitch (this dude a g!)
Ion't camp off wit no j's they sell them hoes for free (what the fuck that mean?)
Never payin for no pussy, fuck them hoes for free

That's a fucking 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 shit with southern drawls
I wish I could flip a brick and spit dat shit like Ricky Ross
Holla at broads, at the mall

Spit about a mafuckan bitch up in da wip
And getting lit up in the backseat
Talkin shit about a dinner wit an athlete
Fuck that, can't rap like the rest of these mafuckas
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
Shit, when dudes is rappin bout they fuckin weaponry

Homicidal tendencies
The only dough that I can boast about is seeded sesame
I'm jealous B

Cuz errbody in the game get to say they kill
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 shit
Without coming off all gay n shit

Cuz if I coulda rapped like wayne
Then I'd prolly be sayin a lot of the crazy shit like
I'mma kill you pussy ass bitches wit the chopper
Now make that pussy pop off...and this shit would sound proper

Chorus

Ridin' round smoking weed wit ma foreign bitch
Ridin' round smoking weed wit ma foreign bitch
Ma window down, I'm riding to ma new shit (wish dat was me)

Got ma new bitch, got ma, got ma new bitch (this dude a g!)
Ion't camp off wit no j's they sell them hoes for free (what the fuck that mean?)
Never payin for no pussy, fuck them hoes for free

That's a fucking bawlaa
How can I become a bawlaa?

Verse 2 -

Here we go
Here's a flow
Bout some shit I really know
I'mma 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 mafucka to me and
Get a leash and take him out to walk
Roll around the ave
I put his shit up in a bag
And then a wip pull up, the windows down, this bitch look out and asking

How she get back on the high way
Told dat bitch to drive straight
And take a left on honeycut
But stay up in the right lane
Cuz it come up kinda quick

You see what the fuck I'm sayin
Other people get to rap about like
Home cooked crack, and like jail n shit
And I gotta spit a lotta shit about a muthafuckin
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 wit ma foreign bitch
Ridin' round smoking weed wit ma foreign bitch
Ma window down, I'm riding to ma new shit (wish dat was me)

Got ma new bitch, got ma, got ma new bitch (this dude a g!)
Ion't camp off wit no j's they sell them hoes for free (what the fuck that mean?)
Never payin for no pussy, fuck them hoes for free

That's a fucking bawlaa
How can I become a bawlaa?