Lifted - How Can I Become a Bawlaa lyrics

[Chorus] Ridin' round smoking weed wit my foreign b**h Ridin' round smoking weed wit my foreign b**h My window down, I'm riding to my new sh** (wish that was me) Got my new b**h, got my, got my new b**h (this dude a G!) I don't camp off wit 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 T.I.P. and I could spit some sh** with southern drawls I wish I could flip a brick and spit that sh** like Ricky Ross Holla at broads, at the mall Spit about a muf**en' b**h up in 'da whip And getting lit up in the backseat Talkin' sh** about a dinner wit an athlete f** that, can't rap like the rest of these muf**as 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 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 Cuz errbody in the game get to say they k** Errbody in the game get to say they 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** Cuz if I coulda rapped like Wayne Then I'd prolly be sayin' a lot of the crazy sh** like I'mma k** you p**y a** b**hes wit da chopper Now make that p**y pop off...and this sh** would sound proper [Chorus] Ridin' round smoking weed wit my foreign b**h Ridin' round smoking weed wit my foreign b**h Ma window down, I'm riding to my new sh** (wish dat was me) Got my new b**h, got my, got my new b**h (this dude a g!) Ion camp off wit 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? I just wish I could say black things, straight up [Verse 2 ] Here we go Here's a flow Bout some sh** 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 P.S. 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 Holla at my dog, and I call the muf**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 whip 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 Cuz 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 my hair And rap about whatever bruh Money hoes Et cetera Instead of bein' clever every measure but I'm never gonna be [Chorus] Ridin' round smoking weed wit my foreign b**h Ridin' round smoking weed wit my foreign b**h My window down, I'm riding to my new sh** (Wish dat was me) Got my new b**h, got my, got my new b**h (This dude a G!) Ion't camp off wit 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?