[Intro]
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Yuck Daddy! Yuck!
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Yuck Daddy! Yuck!
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[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
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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 a tonic
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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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[Hook: Lil Wayne]
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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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[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
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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 you girl kissin¡¯ on me
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[Hook]
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[Outro]
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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
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Yuck
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2 Chainz |