Adam Sandler

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Ooh, woah
 Ooh, woah
 Ooh, woah
 ♪
 Ooh, woah
 I can put a bandana on my car antenna like I'm from Atlanta
 I don't wanna buy your white boy, it look funny, call it Adam Sandler
 Givenchy the money, spashin' blue hunnids inside of Giuseppe store
 She suckin' my dick in front of the
 Kid, while they watchin' Timmy turner
 And I was like, "Mama, are you glad that you ain't abort me?"
 I was like, "Mama, are you glad you ain't ate the Plan B?"
 Your son a millionaire and he provided for ya, he a bad me
 Just tell me ex bitch, "stop tryna replace me"
 'Cause now when I'm look for her,
 Nigga right there, ain't richer than me
 I'm a real Blood, just shinin', yeah, ain't no bitch in me
 I'm a real nigga, no Lilo, ain't no Stitch in me
 Hell nah, bitch, ain't no switch in me
 Need a hundred k just to get to me
 And these pussy ass niggas be history
 Bad lil' ho, she super thick, I think this ho be hittin' me
 Fuck that, nigga better stop that shit 'cause killers always go for me
 Overseas, overseas, got killers waitin' overseas
 No, wait, huh
 I can put a bandana on my car antenna like I'm from Atlanta
 I don't wanna buy your white boy, it look funny, call it Adam Sandler
 Givenchy the money, spashin' blue hunnids inside of Giuseppe store
 She suckin' my dick in front of the
 Kid, while they watchin' Timmy turner
 I was like, "Mama, are you glad that you ain't abort me?"
 I was like, "Mama, are you glad you ain't ate the Plan B?"
 Your son a millionaire and he provided for ya, he a bad me
 Just tell me ex bitch, "Stop tryna replace me"
 ♪
 Ooh, woah
 Ooh, woah
 Ooh, woah
 ♪
 Ooh, woah
 I can put a bandana on my car antenna like I'm from Atlanta
 I don't wanna buy your white boy, it look funny, call it Adam Sandler
 Givenchy the money, spashin' blue hunnids inside of Giuseppe store
 She suckin' my dick in front of the
 Kid, while they watchin' Timmy turner
 I was like, "Mama, are you glad that you ain't abort me?"
 I was like, "Mama, are you glad you ain't ate the Plan B?"
 Your son a millionaire and he provided for ya, he a bad me
 Just tell me ex bitch, "Stop tryna replace me"
 So like all my fans and shit postin' on Instagram and shit
 'Cause I just got the permanent-um-comments
 Been a while, twenty bands
 I got a Lego, no eggo
 I don't want no boujee bitch
 No, I just want a lame ho
 She was like, "Where the fuck did you go?"
 I was like, "Damn, ho"
 I went to Johnny Dang's tho
 

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Duration
02:41
Key
3
Tempo
143 BPM

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