2 Chainz - Yuck Feat. Lil Wayne

 

Lyrics to Yuck Feat. Lil Wayne by 2 Chainz

  [Intro] Yuck Daddy Yuck Daddy [Verse 1: 2 Chainz] 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 talking on the FLX phone Poof, just like that the whole check gone Former Posturepedic 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 gang, all-black Ferrari His and her Armani, put it in her tummy 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 shots 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, both 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 girls, where the love at And if it ain't no love, I'm like f-ck that N-gga I'm so dope, you could catch a f-cking contact [Hook: Lil Wayne] Good weed, bad bitch Got these hoes on my dick like Brad Pitt Woah I seen it all before The bitch gotta man but she scheming on the low How it go, it go f-ck them other n-ggas cause I'm down for my n-ggas My homies got the blickers, automatics no clickers Codine, no liquor Man life is a bitch, mine is a gold digger I'm f-cked, let's f-ck She said she on her period, I said yuck I called another bopper, I beat it like a copper Two big chains, one big chopper bitch [Verse 2: 2 Chainz] I got the chopper for the correspondents The codine got me standing horizontal I had enough of the broken promises So I'm in a room full of Pocahontases And this shit is off the meat rack Weed sack, big car, laying with my seat back We next, weed never left Holland, weed bag All this ice on me and my n-ggas 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 n-gga into hot bologna I'm the type a n-gga cop a Rolly, cop a Benz, cop a two Then wear it all to Church, n-gga Hallelu Uh, I'm from the trap where the block'll pay you Me and my n-gga 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 neither Uh, my old school got twenty-sixes on it And I got you girl kissing on me [Hook] [Outro] 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, bitch