Yuck!

Yuck! Lyrics

Lil Wayne, Captaincur3

[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**k that
n***a I'm so dope, you could catch a f**king contact

[Hook: Lil Wayne]
Good weed, bad b*t*h
Got these hoes on my d**k like Brad Pitt
Whoa, I seen it all before
The b*t*h got a man but she scheming on the low, how it go?
It go f**k them other n***as cause I'm down for my n***as
My homies got the blickers, automatics, no clickers
Hah, codeine, no liquor
Man life is a b*t*h, mine is a gold digger
I'm f**ked, let's f**k
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, b*t*h

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
Yeah, I got the chopper for the correspondents
The codeine got me standing horizontal
I had enough of the broken promises
So I'm in a room full of Pocahontases
And this sh*t is off the meat rack
Weed sack, big car, laying with my seat back
We next, we ain’t never left, hollerin' we back
All this ice on me and my n***as playing freeze tag
Lord forgive me, this my fourth foreign
If you baby daddy lame, you should forewarn him
I come through with the yopper on
Turn that n***a into hot bologna
I'm the type a n***a cop a Rollie, cop a Benz, cop a tool
Then wear it all to church, n***a, halleluj'
Uh, I'm from the trap where the block'll pay you
Me and my n***a 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, mwah!

[Hook: Lil Wayne]
Good weed, bad b*t*h
Got these hoes on my d**k like Brad Pitt
Whoa, I seen it all before
The b*t*h got a man but she scheming on the low, how it go?
It go f**k them other n***as cause I'm down for my n***as
My homies got the blickers, automatics, no clickers
Hah, codeine, no liquor
Man life is a b*t*h, mine is a gold digger
I'm f**ked, let's f**k
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, b*t*h

[Outro: Lil Wayne]
Yuck daddy, yuck
Yuck daddy, yuck
Yuck-yuck-yuck daddy

Two big chains, one big chopper
Two big chains, one-one big chopper
Two-two big chains, one-one big chopper
Two big chains, one big chopper, b*t*h

About Yuck!

Yuck! is taken from the album "Yuck!" by Lil Wayne, Captaincur3. It has a duration of 02:49. The genres of this track are: Hip Hop, Pop Rap, Rap, Trap, New Orleans Rap.
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