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I'm a certified hambot, got my dill cocked
Don't stop the way you shake, got my jaw-
I'm a certified hambot, got my dill cocked
Don't stop the way you shake, got my jaw dropped
I'm a hambot, ham-ham-hambot
I'm a hambot, ham-ham-hambot
I'm a hambot, ham-ham-hambot
I'm a hambot, ham-ham-hambot
Step back, and let the kid stunt
Baby girl want me to lay it down like a punt
Grab a drink lil mama, let's get it cracking
I'm a cock shotgun with the pump action
I'm a hambot, all I know is fifth gear
I do the tippy on your bitch, have no fear
Fuck her down like the tree in my swisher
My dill flexing, they all goose when I step in
What you asking bruh?
I got a couple lambs riding passenger
Just to roll and pass the puff
A couple more chilling in the back, straight winning
If you tripping off these hoes, start playing
Dipping, got a couple more back at home
Twerking to each others song
Hambot shit, all a nigga know
Dick cocked and she all on me
She got her hands on her knees like oh
I'm a hambot, ham-ham-hambot
I'm a hambot, ham-ham-hambot
I'm a hambot, ham-ham-hambot
I'm a hambot, ham-ham-hambot
Hambot city, baby girl wish you with me
This piece is going hard when we come into your city
I'm a certified hambot, hit her beast mode
Burn dro, come here baby girl let's roll
Get it in mama, I just wanna dance
Come here mama, got a strong pimp hand, do you like that?
Baby girl don't stop the way you shake it
Baby girl got my dill on cock
Now do your thing, don't stop, we some hambots
We coming drinks, fuck chase, bring 'em on the rocks
Rolling up, fill my cup
Start at six, girl you know what's up, throw it up
I'm going ham, call me Yeezy
I walk around cocked, do you see me?
I'm a goon, take it easy
We in the club, let the kid thang
Young Fess, I got the pink thang
I'm a hambot, ham-ham-hambot
I'm a hambot, ham-ham-hambot
I'm a hambot, ham-ham-hambot
I'm a hambot, ham-ham-hambot
The city next reporting live, I'm from hambot city
And I'm on off this drank, call me one cup Ricky
I'm looking real good, but my stomach's not really
I just peeped my guts out, now your girl wanna kiss me
Yeah, now that's throwing up the six
I'm looking for a chick that's looking for some dick
Aye, now just make that booty clap on it
Call me mailman, might have to put a stamp on it
I'm that guy, keep the liquor flowing
Bought a bottle of the Dom and the label glowing
She already knowing who I be, S60IB
Just ride to the beat, damn this shit going
I'm a hambot certified
Till the day I die, my brothers know I'm down to ride
Ride or die with the shit, keep the party live
Why I go so hard, girl I'll tell you why
I'm a hambot, ham-ham-hambot
I'm a hambot, ham-ham-hambot
I'm a hambot, ham-ham-hambot
I'm a hambot, ham-ham-hambot
I'm a certified hambot, got my dill cocked
Don't stop the way you shake, got my jaw-
I'm a certified hambot, got my dill cocked
Don't stop the way you shake, got my jaw dropped
I'm a hambot, ham-ham-hambot
I'm a hambot, ham-ham-hambot
I'm a hambot, ham-ham-hambot
I'm a hambot, ham-ham-hambot



Writer(s): Ryan Bremond, Jared Richmond, Steven Yaris, Nicholas Balding, Greyson Tarantino, Robert Stewart Copyright: Rpm Msc Music Publishing Inc



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