Adam Sandler
Lot of fuck shit goin' on
I mean
If you, if you seein' some fuck shit
It's best if you don't address it
Please no cameras, do I look like Adam Sandler?
Where are your manners?
You must not want green like Banner, um (You dig)
I'm a star, Star-Spangled Banner
You gotta keep a hammer
I remember my sister used to watch Hannah Montana
Now I'm fuckin' these foreign hoes, I got stamina
Baby, come here, come put on your pajamas
Matter of fact, piggyback, we gon' head to Atlanta, um (Dig)
And my bitch got cute feet, like to rock sandals
Everywhere I go, strapped up like a sandal
R.I.P. my brother, now it's time to light a candle (R.I.P.)
Bring back that shit back, hold my drink
Young boy went and veered off into the jungle
Yeah, show him that I have bad money now
Will never let another man feed my hunger
Put some respect on my name before I put a check on your chain (Ayy)
Let that boy think it's a game
Like Crocodile Dundee, I'ma take that boy down under (Dig)
Dressed in all black in the middle of the summer
Way I'm poppin' my shit, man, I think I need a plumber
We'll get a roll, tumble
Pussy nigga, wouldn't wanna be no bumble
Pussy nigga didn't even see this come-up
Fuck the pussy good, she gon' lick this cum up
Good dope, upset your stomach, vomit
Flyin' down right over your bit' like comet (Ooh)
Please no cameras, do I look like Adam Sandler?
Where are your manners?
You must not want green like Banner, um (You dig)
I'm a star, Star-Spangled Banner
You gotta keep a hammer
I remember my sister used to watch Hannah Montana (Uno, I killed it)
Now I'm fuckin' these foreign hoes
I got stamina
Baby, come here, come put on your pajamas
Matter of fact, piggyback, we gon' head to Atlanta, um (Um)
And my bitch got cute feet, like to rock sandals
Everywhere I go, strapped up like a sandal
R.I.P. my brother, now it's time to light a candle (R.I.P.)
Light up, light up
All you niggas like sharks
Everybody wan' bite us
Got a green thumb, lookin' like Midas
Everything I touch turn to gold, ooh (Yeah)
Tell your bro that your nigga wanna fight him
Now your nigga don't like him (Ooh)
Everybody wanna hop on the wave and ride 'em, mm
Tell the boy don't fold
I mean
If you, if you seein' some fuck shit
It's best if you don't address it
Please no cameras, do I look like Adam Sandler?
Where are your manners?
You must not want green like Banner, um (You dig)
I'm a star, Star-Spangled Banner
You gotta keep a hammer
I remember my sister used to watch Hannah Montana
Now I'm fuckin' these foreign hoes, I got stamina
Baby, come here, come put on your pajamas
Matter of fact, piggyback, we gon' head to Atlanta, um (Dig)
And my bitch got cute feet, like to rock sandals
Everywhere I go, strapped up like a sandal
R.I.P. my brother, now it's time to light a candle (R.I.P.)
Bring back that shit back, hold my drink
Young boy went and veered off into the jungle
Yeah, show him that I have bad money now
Will never let another man feed my hunger
Put some respect on my name before I put a check on your chain (Ayy)
Let that boy think it's a game
Like Crocodile Dundee, I'ma take that boy down under (Dig)
Dressed in all black in the middle of the summer
Way I'm poppin' my shit, man, I think I need a plumber
We'll get a roll, tumble
Pussy nigga, wouldn't wanna be no bumble
Pussy nigga didn't even see this come-up
Fuck the pussy good, she gon' lick this cum up
Good dope, upset your stomach, vomit
Flyin' down right over your bit' like comet (Ooh)
Please no cameras, do I look like Adam Sandler?
Where are your manners?
You must not want green like Banner, um (You dig)
I'm a star, Star-Spangled Banner
You gotta keep a hammer
I remember my sister used to watch Hannah Montana (Uno, I killed it)
Now I'm fuckin' these foreign hoes
I got stamina
Baby, come here, come put on your pajamas
Matter of fact, piggyback, we gon' head to Atlanta, um (Um)
And my bitch got cute feet, like to rock sandals
Everywhere I go, strapped up like a sandal
R.I.P. my brother, now it's time to light a candle (R.I.P.)
Light up, light up
All you niggas like sharks
Everybody wan' bite us
Got a green thumb, lookin' like Midas
Everything I touch turn to gold, ooh (Yeah)
Tell your bro that your nigga wanna fight him
Now your nigga don't like him (Ooh)
Everybody wanna hop on the wave and ride 'em, mm
Tell the boy don't fold
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