| Yuck Daddy! |
| Yuck!
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| Yuck Daddy! |
| Yuck!
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| Uh, cut the top off, call it Amber Rose
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| Just bought a big body, time to paint the toes
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| Known to act a donkey on the camel-toe
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| Then take the camel-toe and turn it into casserole
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| 2 Chainz talkin' on the flake’s phone
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| Poof! |
| Just like that the whole check gone
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| Former posturepedic I was slept on
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| So many chains on it look like my neck gone
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| My girl came through and brought an extra body
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| Now that’s an after party for the after party
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| Two-gun game, all black Ferrari
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| His and her Armani, put it in her tummy
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| And yeah, the bread good if the head good
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| Before benihana’s it was canned goods
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| Before canned goods it was similac
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| I’m from where they send sharks then we send 'em back
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| A half a million dollars worth of crack money
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| Wrap your parents up, now you got a black mommy
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| Yeah I did it, true to my religion
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| Two guns on me, both with extensions
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| If you on the pole, play your position
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| I got enough dough to pay your tuition
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| Corduroy trues, with the skull cap
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| I just woke up, tell me where the drugs at
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| And after the drugs, where the girls at
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| And after the guns, where the love at
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| And if it ain’t no love, I’m like fuck that
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| Nigga I’m so dope, you could catch a fuckin' contact
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| Good weed, bad bitch
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| Got these hoes on my dick like Brad Pitt
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| Woah, I seen it all before
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| The bitch got a man, but she schemin' on the low
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| How it go? |
| It go, fuck them other niggas cause I’m down for my niggas
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| My homies got the blickers, automatics no clickers
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| Huh? |
| Codeine, no liquor
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| Man, life is a bitch, mine is a gold digger
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| I’m fucked, let’s fuck
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| She said she on her period, I said, «Yuck»
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| I called another bopper, I beat it like a copper
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| Two big chain, one big chopper, bitch
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| I got the chopper for the correspondence
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| The codeine got me standin' horizontal
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| I had enough of the broken promises
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| So I’m in a room full of Pocahontas-es
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| And this shit is of the meat rack
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| Weed sack, big car, layin' with my seat back
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| We next, weed never left, holla, we back
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| All this ice on my and my niggas playing freeze tag
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| Lord forgive me, this my fourth foreign
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| If you baby daddy lame, you should forewarn him
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| I come through with the yapper on
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| Turn that nigga into hot bologna
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| I’m the type of nigga cop a Rollie, cop a benz, cop a two
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| Then wear it all to Church, nigga Hallelu'
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| Uh, I’m from the trap where the block’ll pay you
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| Me and my nigga pass your ho like a hot potato
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| I be like you could get her, he be like you could get her
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| I be like you could have her, he be like you could have her
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| He be like, it don’t matter, I be like, me neither
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| Uh, my old school got twenty-sixes on it
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| And I got your girl kissin' on me
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| Yuck Daddy! |
| Yuck!
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| Yuck Daddy! |
| Yuck!
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| Yuck-yuck-yuck Daddy!
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| Two big chain, one big chopper
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| Two big chain, one big chopper
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| Two big chain, one big chopper
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| Two big chain, one big chopper, bitch |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Yuck! , by - 2 Chainz. Song from the album Based On A T.R.U. Story, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп