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Da Ham
Hip-Hop/Rap
Da Ham was released on October 16, 2020 by Jamba Music as a part of the album The Shield - EP
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Release DateOctober 16, 2020
LabelJamba Music
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Amber Curtice Johnson
Amber Curtice Johnson
Songwriter

Lyrics

Tick tock goes my watch
Drip drop goes that rock
Tip top goes my stocks
Lip lock goes that glock
Blah
Stop no, I can’t stop
Running from the opps
Press that gas, bumble bee, transforming like my locs
Repping 205, riding through that h-280
Ain’t no cappin, I’m real deal
All that beefin shit can’t phase me
Let me slow it down
So these hoes can catch these lyrics
Copy what I do like Jesus
But my bars you cannot spit them
This my table you can't sit here
Gone and get that ass up
Clear the room, set my table, it’s my time to turn up
Ding dong, bitch guess who
It’s lil Jamba from the ‘ham
Sure, I can get real nasty but I’m sweeter than some yams
Don’t test me on the liq, cause I promise it’ll get fatal
Talk my shit like Donald Trump
Nobody’s safe, you cannot save em
Pretty, thick, intellect
My bars alone have you laid out
Fuck em for the fun, but you just fucking for da clout
Brush yo ass right off, too successful to be pressing
MSN, I’m on my grind
Trying to teach you hoes a lesson
Take a look around, what competition have you found
Sitting on yo **** face, about to go another round
Ride the beat so hard
They wanna know if I really write it
It's a crime if I do, yeah I write, you can’t indict me
Itty bitty bitches, look right here
I found your seat
Stiff as weave, look at your lace
Sis it’s tearing at the seams
Hit my line, not picking up
Gone leave a message
Keep my phone on DND
And you’re blocked, I cannot help it
Use a pigeon, use a bird
But I’m a shoot her, Carole Baskin
Girl your time is up
You’re overcooked, you’re past well done
Already dug your grave
And it’s titled number none
Here lies the bitch who tried Jamba from the Ham
Put that bitch up in a casket, hit the funeral with her man
Pushing down my feelings
Cause in life, I’ve got no time
There a problem, bitch speak up
You act like I can read your mind
I don’t do that running round
I like to get straight to the point
Imma call it what it is
But show respect I’m number one
I’m human, I’m not perfect
But I’m damn near pretty close
Keep it cute, but keep it nasty
Cause I’m tryna drive the boat
You’re titanic, I’m the iceberg
You’re just trying to stay afloat
Pullin up with all my riders, popping out
We’re on your throats, bitch
Written by: Amber Curtice Johnson
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