Ham lyrics

by

Kanye West


[Intro: Lil di*ky]
Whoa... so hard
Jews is never supposed to go H.A.M., but f*ck it

[Verse 1: Lil di*ky]
Okay dat boy D-I-C-K-Y ballin'
I been spittin' hella 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' di*k
And what started as a joke became the hottest f*ckin' sh*t
Killin' 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 di*k
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 di*ky]
I'm coming for these muthaf*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 di*ky]
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 muthaf*ckin' G
The way I c*m on chickens, call Lil' di*ky mozzarella cheese
I'm getting pus*y, getting bread, I get a lot of f*cking yeast
And I been Dustin Diamonds off, they bout to call Lil' di*ky 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 nobody real as that
Rappin' like Jamaica’s population, I been killin' tracks
(Like, in the Olympic Games? You ain’t get it?)

[Hook: Lil di*ky]
I'm coming for these muthaf*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 3: Lil di*ky]
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 muthaf*ckin' dog
f*ckin' cats up the ass metaphorically...uh, paws
(I got that pause in on time, right?)
[Hook: Lil di*ky]
I'm coming for these muthaf*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
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