2 Chainz, Lil Wayne - Yuck! lyrics
Tauheed Epps
Lil Wayne [Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.] New Orleans, Louisiana, U.S. 🇺🇸
[2 Chainz, Lil Wayne - Yuck! lyrics]
Yuck daddy yuck daddy
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 fuck that
Nigga I'm so dope
You could catch a fucking contact
Good weed, bad bitch
Got these hoes on my dick like Brad Pitt
Whoa, I seen it all before
The bitch got a man but
She scheming on the low, how it go?
It go fuck them other niggas cause
I'm down for my niggas
My homies got the blickers, automatics
No clickers hah, codeine, no liquor
Man life is a bitch, mine is a gold digger
I'm fucked, let's fuck
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
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 shit 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 niggas 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 nigga into hot bologna
I'm the type a nigga cop
A Rollie, cop a Benz, cop a tool
Then wear it all to church, nigga, halleluj'
Uh, I'm from the trap where
The block'll pay you
Me and my nigga 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!
Good weed, bad bitch
Got these hoes on my dick like Brad Pitt
Whoa, I seen it all before
The bitch got a man but
She scheming on the low, how it go?
It go fuck them other niggas cause
I'm down for my niggas
My homies got the blickers, automatics
No clickers hah, codeine, no liquor
Man life is a bitch, mine is a gold digger
I'm fucked, let's fuck
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
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, bitch
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 fuck that
Nigga I'm so dope
You could catch a fucking contact
Good weed, bad bitch
Got these hoes on my dick like Brad Pitt
Whoa, I seen it all before
The bitch got a man but
She scheming on the low, how it go?
It go fuck them other niggas cause
I'm down for my niggas
My homies got the blickers, automatics
No clickers hah, codeine, no liquor
Man life is a bitch, mine is a gold digger
I'm fucked, let's fuck
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
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 shit 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 niggas 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 nigga into hot bologna
I'm the type a nigga cop
A Rollie, cop a Benz, cop a tool
Then wear it all to church, nigga, halleluj'
Uh, I'm from the trap where
The block'll pay you
Me and my nigga 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!
Good weed, bad bitch
Got these hoes on my dick like Brad Pitt
Whoa, I seen it all before
The bitch got a man but
She scheming on the low, how it go?
It go fuck them other niggas cause
I'm down for my niggas
My homies got the blickers, automatics
No clickers hah, codeine, no liquor
Man life is a bitch, mine is a gold digger
I'm fucked, let's fuck
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
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, bitch