Yuck! (edited) Lyrics

[Intro]Yuck Daddy! Yuck! Yuck Daddy! Yuck! [Verse 1: 2 Chainz]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 flake’s 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-g** game, all black Ferrari His and her Armani, put it in a tonic And yeah, the bread good if the h*** good Before benihana’s it was canned goods Before canned goods it was similac I’m from where they send s***** then we send ‘em back A half a million dollars worth of c**** money Wrap your parents up, now you got a black mommy Yeah I did it, true to my religion Two g*** 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 d**** at And after the d****, where the girls at And after the girls, where the love at And if it ain’t no love, I’m like f*** that N**** I’m so dope, you could catch a f****** contact [Hook: Lil Wayne]Good Good, bad bad Got these h*** on my d*** like Brad Pitt Woah, I seen it all before The b**** got a man, but she schemin’ on the low How it go? It go, f*** them other n***** cause I’m down for my n***** My homies got the blickers, a********* no clickers Huh? no, no liquor Man, life is a b****, mine is a gold digger I’m f*****, let’s f*** She said she on her (said she on her), I said, “Yuck” I called another bopper, I beat it like a copper [ From: http://www.metrolyrics.com/yuck-edited-lyrics-2-chainz.html ] Two big chain, one big c******, b**** [Verse 2: 2 Chainz]I got the c****** for the correspondence The c****** got me standin’ horizontal I had enough of the broken promises So I’m in a room full of Pocahontas-es And this s*** is of the meat rack Big, big, big car, layin’ with my seat back We next, we'd never left, holla, we back All this ice on my and my n***** playing freeze tag Lord forgive me, this my fourth foreign If you baby daddy lame, you should forewarn him I come through with the y***** on Turn that n**** into hot bologna I’m the type of n**** c-cop a Rollie, cop a benz, cop a two Then wear it all to Church, n**** Hallelu’ Uh, I’m from the trap where the block’ll pay you Me and my n**** pass your h** 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 [Hook: Lil Wayne]Good Good, bad bad Got these h*** on my d*** like Brad Pitt Woah, I seen it all before The b**** got a man, but she schemin’ on the low How it go? It go, f*** them other n***** cause I’m down for my n***** My homies got the blickers, a********* no clickers Huh? no, no liquor Man, life is a b****, mine is a gold digger I’m f*****, let’s f*** She said she on her (said she on her), I said, “Yuck” I called another bopper, I beat it like a copper Two big chain, one big c******, b**** [Outro]Yuck Daddy! Yuck! Yuck! Yuck Daddy! Yuck! Yuck-yuck-yuck Daddy! Two big chain, one big c****** Two big chain, one big c****** Two big chain, one big c****** Two big chain, one big c******, b****