Grand Slam
[Verse I]
Grand Slammer
Big daddy I’m Adam Sandler
Get face and time she live like telephone cameras
Shakers and movers we calculated risk gamblers
Pockets chunky and I’m lucky like a left hander
A Black Panther wakanda forever hella handsome
Materialism dreams of Bentley Ferrari Phantom
Crowds chanting, niggas hating cut the chitter chatter
Try to block my stairway to Heaven I’ll climb a different ladder
I’m grand slamming if she pitch swing batta batta
I dont handshake wit rappers they pancake batter
They ain’t tough they fluff they cupcake batter
If they want beef I filet mignon steak platter
Don’t be alarm I bare arms like I hate jackets
I love myself I hug myself like in a straight jacket
Grand slamming like Serena wit a tennis racket
They can’t skip over me in rap they know I been a factor ! …
[Verse II]
Grand slam
In sync like held hands
More fans than commune out in Montreal France
If you gone hit the club then you might as well dance
You know that I’m the hottest girl you might as well fan
Cool me off then strip down to draws, that coochie bald
You ignoring yo man phone calls, girl you dog
You thought that we would ever be together not at all
I peeped the way you moved sis, pussy not exclusive
Save all your excuses shortie I can care much
I’m only here to make your toes curl sweat ya hair up
Grand slamya, smudging in yo mascara
You know that I’m the truth but I uh triple double dare ya
I play the field a lot we talking thots I got a lot
Some of em push my buttons now my love is out of stock
They want me to spend time with them I rather buy a watch
So if you want a grand slam you gotta think outside the box!