Yuck! - 2 Chainz feat. Lil Wayne

Tekst piosenki

Album: Based On a T.R.U. Story (2012)

TEKST PIOSENKI YUCK!W WYKONANIU 2 CHAINZ FEAT. LIL WAYNE

Yuck Daddy! Yuck!

Uh, 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 talkin' 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 a tonic

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 fuckin' contact

Good weed, bad bitch

Got these hoes on my dick like Brad Pitt

Woah, I seen it all before

The bitch got a man

But she schemin' 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

Huh? Codine, 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 chain

One big chopper, bitch

I got the chopper for the cold response

The codine got me standin' 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

Layin' with my seat back

We next, weed never left Holland, weed bag

All this ice on my

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 yapper on

Turn that nigga

Into hot bologna

I'm the type a nigga cop a Rolly

Cop a Benz, cop a two

Then wear it all to Church

Nigga Hallelu

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 kissin' on me