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lil dicky - ham lyrics

[intro: lil d-cky]
whoa… so hard
jews is never supposed to go h.a.m., but f-ck it

[verse 1: lil d-cky]
okay dat boy d-i-c-k-y ballin’
i been spittin’ h-lla writtens cuz i’m finna get my wallet good
b-tches know i holla good
graduated college wit a bag of f-cking honors but instead of making dollars
i been acting like a kid
rappin’ bout my f-ckin’ d-ck
and what started as a joke became the hottest f-ckin’ sh-t
k!llin’ b-tches, michael vick, and women you know what this is
semi-colons in my texts, my instant message game is sick (ho!)
f-ck that sh-t, when i rub that b-tch
when i be up in the club i gotta tuck that d-ck
when i bring a chicken back, and then i f-ck that b-tch
i’mma c-m quick, i ain’t playin’ witcha
ay you know, i’m spittin crack up on the track
i’m not attacking all you blacks
who try to rap, but i’m just saying that

[hook: lil d-cky]
i’m coming for these m-th-f-ckin’ brothas making money
errbody love the funny little buddy making jams now
ladies get them pants down
sorry to my god and my synagogue and my mom because this kike is going h.a.m. now

[verse 2: lil d-cky]
i ain’t on that kosher sh-t
facebook i be poking chicks
came up in the 90’s yeah im on some hocus pocus sh-t
i don’t push a lotus, i’m drivin a f-ckin’ focus
but notice that i got the coldest and dopest designer sodas
i’m an izze sippin’, bitty-kissin m-th-f-ckin’ g
the way i c-m on chickens, call lil’ d-cky mozzarella cheese
i’m getting p-ssy, getting bread, i get a lot of f-cking yeast
and i been dustin diamonds off, they bout to call lil’ d-cky screech (whoa!)
tampon sh-t, ‘cuz i rap for the flow
and i get a lotta b-tches when i mac like a pro
gotta mac, it’s a pro, never nap, but i doze
i’m a little bit of black, like i shat in the snow
and i know ya’ll b-tches feelin’ that
ain’t as n0body real as that
rappin’ like jamaica’s population, i been k!llin’ tracks
(like, in the olympic games? you ain’t get it?)

[verse 3: lil d-cky]
see them b-tches over there?
please don’t f-cking over-stare
that’s who i be stroking, young and smoking like they over dare
okay i was joking, i don’t know dem i should grow a pair
but i am not the most efficient closer when i’m sober, scared
so i’m drinkin, f-ck you thinkin’?
middle day that’s word to lincoln
my left foot is always stinkin’
i ball good so i ain’t blinkin’
baby whatcha know about a m-th-f-ckin’ dog
f-ckin’ cats up the -ss metaphorically…uh, paws
(i got that pause in on time, right?)

- lil dicky lyrics

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