Lyrics Adam Sandler - UnoTheActivist

Adam Sandler

Lot of fuck shit goin' on
Know what I mean?
If you, if you seein' some fuck shit, it’s best if you don’t address it
(Hold up, Spiffy on this motherfucker)
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’m a monster, bitch, you are Hannah Montana
Now I’m fuckin' these foreign hoes, I got stamina
Bae, come here, come put on your pajamas
Matter of fact, piggyback, we gon' head to Atlanta, um (Dig)
And my baby 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 comin'
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’m a monster, bitch, you are Hannah Montana (Uno, I killed it)
Now I’m fuckin' these foreign hoes, I got stamina
Bae, come here, come put on your pajamas
Matter of fact, piggyback, we gon' head to Atlanta, um (Um)
And my baby 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