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rain dash bucket! - ham sandwich (usa) lyrics

[intro: ham sandwich]
ay, yuh, ay, ay, yuh, ay, ay, yuh, ay, yuh

[verse 1: ham sandwich]
f*ck it, ay, rain dash bucket
came up from nothing, i came up from rubbish
duck in the smoke, but i ain’t for your stomach
f*cking your b*tch, and she know that she love it
eat it for breakfast, egg micm*ffin
you say you fly, but you look like a puffin
bad wolf * how i’m huffing and puffing
backwoods * how i’m roll it and puff it
eating rappers like they chicken mcnuggets
you want a verse, but i ain’t in your budget
hand on her p*ssy, she looks like a puppet
yes, the whole thing
five fingers * five rings
quintuplets, five kings
i’m in high demands
i don’t got the money for the child support
yeah, i’m getting money, but it isn’t for that
yesterday i fell asleep on a doormat
that’s what my hard drive i format
homеwork folder where thе p*rn at
he want beef, pull up like door dash
voltron goons pull up and form that
black man wonder where a form is
[interlude: ham sandwich]
*right, there’s no justice
*n*gga, what the f*ck is a rain dash bucket?

[verse 2: aerial ace]
listen, i’m in canes like f*ck it
can i get an order? rain dash bucket
fries on side, texas toast
with a nice large cup, no drink, i’d love it
i need the jpeg, riya’s gon’ mourn me, i am the sh*t, she think i’m corny
i ate some corn, cracker the morning, now later than evening, yeah, you get the story
you build like a diaper keep, no strap * false advertis*m*nt
your favorite rapper is a downride skammer * check his mama’s license
your girl like talls, b*tch ass n*gga
pipe on no hoe, b*tch ass n*gga
wrist cold like stouts, b*tch ass n*gga
check your whole house, b*tch ass n*gga
you a b*tch, f*ck you, oh, b*tch ass n*gga
you suck on ex, b*tch ass n*gga
n*gga stole my wallet, b*tch ass n*gga
almighty push, b*tch ass n*gga

[verse 3: chubbz]
i pulling up with the rain dash bucket
your b*tch with me, screaming loud like a trumpet
it doesn’t take much to get her to suck it
stuff in my sh*t, right now that b*tch is gunning
b*tch got to make up some nibbling on nuggets
f*ck with the gang, and i’ll bring up the musket
i’ll make you lifeless like a f*cking puppet
other life, i had your head, then i chop it
i never been one to be on a budget
i’m over bullsh*t, i’m over the rockets
say what you want ’cause i’ve got this con rugged
yeah, on the rise, there’s no way that i’ll plummet
i’m the guy filling your face with these knuckles
think that you’re funny, i won’t even chuckle
hop in the porch quickly, you better buckle
soon as you’re confident that you’re gonna snuggle, b*tch
[verse 4: mir blackwell]
f*ck it
pull up with that rain dash bucket
i’mma get your days, that’s f*ck it
i’mma get your change, that’s f*ck it
we ain’t got the same cash budget
i spin on that cash i want
they go broke, i’mma flash my gun
your hoe, i’mma had my fun, wait, wait
i’mma pull up with the gang, and these n*ggas know i’m the sh*t, bull
your b*tch is calling me baby * the way that i suck on her tits, bull
i got that drip, and now these n*ggas hitting y’all causing the fit, bull
i’m asking who got more hits than the boy? “what about pitbull? pitbull has a lotta hits”
these n*ggas tripping, but i don’t got tossing once, feeling like kv
these n*ggas running their mouths, they need to stop talking like k7
these n*ggas running their mouths when they need to go mute like they mystery
i treat your b*tch like mood, she from the dallas, i see that she peek on me

[outro: mir blackwell]
oh, hold up, wait up, no disrespect to kv or mystery, that’s my motherf*cking dawgs, and it’s still f*ck dealing to the k7, diss track come out, shout my n*gga rick, that n*gga body you in any set, f*ck outta here, d*ckhead! that n*gga did you a problem!

- ham sandwich usa lyrics

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