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Lil Wayne


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 game, 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 b*tch
Got these hoes on my di*k like Brad Pitt
Woah I seen it all before
The b*tch 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 b*tch, 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 chain, one big chopper b*tch

[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 sh*t 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


[Verse 3: yung truth]

Uh couple broken bottles pain pills ecstasy
Place that pus*y right here next to me
100 tho put that b*tch on your tabs
n*gga grab his di*k ho dont want crabs
b*tch taking time talking about her period
God damn im think im finish hearing it
Ballin white until I turn f*ckin brown
Look at every ho on cornor in town
Upset stomach mind thinking yuck
She brand new she looks bad that means she ready to f*ck
On some new sh*t you dont know about
Way to a toosite pop make a new f*cking route

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, b*tch

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