YNW Melly
Adam Sandler
Duration: 02:41
File type: mp3
File size: 6.15 МБ
Bitrate: 320
Lyrics of "YNW Melly — Adam Sandler"
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
