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2 CHAINZ FT. LIL WAYNE : Yuck lyrics

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2 CHAINZ FT. LIL WAYNE lyrics : "Yuck"

Yuck Daddy! Yuck!
Yuck Daddy! Yuck!

[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
Uh, cut the top off, call it Amber Rose

Just bought a big body, time to paint the toes
Known to act a donkey on the camel-toe
Then take the camel-toe and turn it into casserole

2 Chainz talkin' on the flake's phone
Poof! Just like that the whole check gone
Former posterpedic I was slept on

So many chains on it look like my neck gone
My girl came through and brought an extra body
Now that's an after party for the after party

Two-gun game, all black ferrari
His and her Armani, put it in a tonic
And yeah, the bread good if the head good

Before benihana's it was canned goods
Before canned goods it was similac
I'm from where they send sharks then we send 'em back

A half a million dollars worth of crack money
Wrap your parents up, now you got a black mommy
Yeah I did it, true to my religion

Two guns on me, $#&@ with extensions
If you on the pole, play your position
I got enough dough to pay your tuition

Corduroy trues, with the skull cap
I just woke up, tell me where the drugs at
And after the drugs, where the girls at

And after the guns, where the love at
And if it ain't no love, I'm like $#&@ that
^!$$% I'm so dope, you could catch a $#&@in' contact

[Hook: Lil Wayne]
Good weed, bad (*##$

Got these hoes on my dick like Brad Pitt
Woah, I seen it all before
The (*##$ got a man, but she schemin' on the low

How it go? It go, $#&@ them other ^!$$%s cause I'm down for my ^!$$%s
My homies got the ?, automatics no clickers
Huh? Codine, no liquor

Man, life is a (*##$, mine is a gold digger
I'm $#&@ed, let's $#&@
She said she on her period, I said, "Yuck"

I called another bopper, I beat it like a copper
Two big chain, one big chopper, (*##$

[Verse 3: 2 Chainz]
I got the chopper for the cold response
The codine got me standin' horizontal

I had enough of the broken promises
So I'm in a room full of Pocahontases
And this %#@! is of the meat rack

Weed sack, big car, layin' with my seat back
We next, weed never left Holland, weed bag
All this ice on my and my ^!$$%s playing freeze tag

Lord forgive me, this my fourth foreign
If you baby daddy lame, you should forewarn him
I come through with the yapper on

Turn that ^!$$% into hot bologna
I'm the type a ^!$$% cop a rolly, cop a benz, cop a two
Then wear it all to Church, ^!$$% Hallelu

Uh, I'm from the trap where the block'll pay you
Me and my ^!$$% pass your ho like a hot potato
I be like you could get her, he be like you could get her

I be like you could have her, he be like you could have her
He be like, it don't matter, I be like, me neitherr
Uh, my old school got twenty-sixes on it

And I got you girl kissin' on me


Yuck Daddy! Yuck!

Yuck Daddy! Yuck!
Yuck-yuck-yuck Daddy!
Two big chain, one big chopper
Two big chain, one big chopper
Two big chain, one big chopper

Two big chain, one big chopper, (*##$

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