SCY Jimm - Adam Sandler lyrics
[SCY Jimm - Adam Sandler lyrics]
(RJBaNKS on the beat) Mm yeah ayy ayy
Uh-yuh ayy, ayy, ayy, uh yeah
Ayy, ayy, ayy, uh yeah
Ayy, ayy, ayy, uh yeah
Money don't solve my problems ayy, look
Money don't solve my problems
Still feel like I'm on my dick
I come from the bottom, none of
You niggas ain't give me shit, yeah
I ain't gotta show my fire, nigga run up
This bitch gon' hit
Niggas say they real, whole time, they
Snakes, it make me sick, uh
Adam Sandler, I don't need no clique
Ayy, he wanna beef, we just gon'
Slide, we ain't gon' diss, uh
Ayy, we know he soft, he just gon' talk
He ain't on shit (He just gon' hide)
Ayy, Jay got aim, drunk or not
He ain't gon' miss (Grraow, grraow)
We came a long way, but we going far, ayy
(Oh, yeah) we had two sticks the night C4
Had wrecked that fuckin' car (On God)
Ayy, I don't wanna go back to jail, that
Cell had left a fuckin' scar, yeah, yeah
Ma, look at your son, look how
You raised a fuckin' star, ayy
(Huh?) we ain't gotta show no guns
They know we sticked up (Ayy)
I picture us at the top
Every time we flick up (Huh?)
Ayy, still free my brother, he doing time
But eating that shit up (Ayy)
Ayy, sometimes, i wish it was me and not
You who had got picked up (Ayy, fuck it)
Money don't solve my problems
Still feel like I'm on my dick
I come from the bottom, none of
You niggas ain't give me shit, yeah
I ain't gotta show my fire, nigga run up
This bitch gon' hit
Niggas say they real, whole time, they
Snakes, it make me sick, uh
Adam Sandler, I don't need no clique
Ayy, he wanna beef, we just gon'
Slide, we ain't gon' diss, uh
Ayy, we know he soft, he just gon' talk
He ain't on shit (He just gon' hide)
Ayy, Jay got aim, drunk or not
He ain't gon' miss (Grraow, grraow)
Ugh, uh-yuh ayy, ayy, ayy, uh yeah
Ayy, ayy, ayy, uh yeah mm, mm, ee yeah
Money don't solve my problems
Uh-yuh ayy, ayy, ayy, uh yeah
Ayy, ayy, ayy, uh yeah
Ayy, ayy, ayy, uh yeah
Money don't solve my problems ayy, look
Money don't solve my problems
Still feel like I'm on my dick
I come from the bottom, none of
You niggas ain't give me shit, yeah
I ain't gotta show my fire, nigga run up
This bitch gon' hit
Niggas say they real, whole time, they
Snakes, it make me sick, uh
Adam Sandler, I don't need no clique
Ayy, he wanna beef, we just gon'
Slide, we ain't gon' diss, uh
Ayy, we know he soft, he just gon' talk
He ain't on shit (He just gon' hide)
Ayy, Jay got aim, drunk or not
He ain't gon' miss (Grraow, grraow)
We came a long way, but we going far, ayy
(Oh, yeah) we had two sticks the night C4
Had wrecked that fuckin' car (On God)
Ayy, I don't wanna go back to jail, that
Cell had left a fuckin' scar, yeah, yeah
Ma, look at your son, look how
You raised a fuckin' star, ayy
(Huh?) we ain't gotta show no guns
They know we sticked up (Ayy)
I picture us at the top
Every time we flick up (Huh?)
Ayy, still free my brother, he doing time
But eating that shit up (Ayy)
Ayy, sometimes, i wish it was me and not
You who had got picked up (Ayy, fuck it)
Money don't solve my problems
Still feel like I'm on my dick
I come from the bottom, none of
You niggas ain't give me shit, yeah
I ain't gotta show my fire, nigga run up
This bitch gon' hit
Niggas say they real, whole time, they
Snakes, it make me sick, uh
Adam Sandler, I don't need no clique
Ayy, he wanna beef, we just gon'
Slide, we ain't gon' diss, uh
Ayy, we know he soft, he just gon' talk
He ain't on shit (He just gon' hide)
Ayy, Jay got aim, drunk or not
He ain't gon' miss (Grraow, grraow)
Ugh, uh-yuh ayy, ayy, ayy, uh yeah
Ayy, ayy, ayy, uh yeah mm, mm, ee yeah
Money don't solve my problems