Caleborate & Cash Campain - Honey Baked H.A.M. Lyrics

Which one am I?
It's good!

Chorus:
I'm going honey baked ham on you bitches
ham, ham on you bitches
ham, ham on you bitches
I'm going honey baked ham on you bitches
ham, ham on you bitches
ham, ham on you bitches
I, I, I'm going

Show me where you mind at
41 inches, damn, I'mma get behind that
I like the way you grind that
All we're talking about is sex, never mind that
Now we done bought the bar out
And don't be acting scared when, I pull it out
Ooops mean pour it out, I mean pour up
Double shots and Ciroc star in your cup
Yeah, now you know what's up
More than than just me
Top down feel the breeze not cause we're in the whip
But shirt off on the balcony
Hotel room please, baby try a penthouse suite!

Jordan's on why you do me, cutie
That's my festish baby if you knew me, truly
Got me feeling like Austin Powers and this bitch, groovie
Nikon on the counter, baby, movie

Chorus:
I'm going honey baked ham on you bitches
ham, ham on you bitches
ham, ham on you bitches
I'm going honey baked ham on you bitches
ham, ham on you bitches
ham, ham on you bitches
I, I, I'm going

Say what you wanna, but I'm about the flyest kid you ever seen
Game on point, like a decimal and everything
Taylored, I'm cussing real loud, like a sailor
Fly like a bird, can't believe you ain't heard, huh
The way I'm feeling is ridiculous
Bottle after bottle like a champagne syndicate
Haters gonna hate every damn thing that I get
Cause I pack fire like a Got damn camping trip
And you know I'm getting money I deserve to
And I ain't sneaking in the club, I'm reserveed fool
Getting sloppy drunk, hell I deserve to
Been waiting long enough and I'm finally bout to serve you
Yeah! waiting long enough and I'm finally bouta serve you

Chorus:
I'm going honey baked ham on you bitches
ham, ham on you bitches
ham, ham on you bitches
I'm going honey baked ham on you bitches
ham, ham on you bitches
ham, ham on you bitches
I, I, I'm going

I'm going honey baked ham
So kick rocks like flip flops on black tops
The shit pop like pop rocks and on time like tick tock
Love, love me for what I does, Never who I am
Explain what I'm doing baby, I'm going ham
Summer of sam.. cause I'm killing it
Sipping Henny black, come and take a sip
Come and take a sip!

Chorus:
I'm going honey baked ham on you bitches
ham, ham on you bitches
ham, ham on you bitches
I'm going honey baked ham on you bitches
ham, ham on you bitches
ham, ham on you bitches
I, I, I'm going

Hit the lights, SOS
Money down South

Thanks to Lurk Douglas for correcting these lyrics
 

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