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Yuck! (Feat. Lil Wayne) – 2 Chainz

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[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-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 sharks 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 guns, 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

[Hook: Lil Wayne]
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? 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 chain, one big chopper, bitch

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[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
I got the chopper for the correspondence
The codeine got me standin’ horizontal
I had enough of the broken promises
So I’m in a room full of Pocahontas-es
And this shit is of the meat rack
Weed sack, big car, layin’ with my seat back
We next, weed never left, holla, we back
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 of nigga cop a Rollie, 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 your girl kissin’ on me

[Hook]

[Outro]
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, bitch

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Bounce (Feat. Lil Wayne) – 2 Chainz

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[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
3 chainz, owww
Caught up in my bullshit, put your head on backwards
And skate off after, engage in laughter ’bout what just happened
Fingers in napkins get sent to mammies; is that too graphic?
Catch you in traffic, you sitting daffy like stealing candy
My ceiling’s absent, my wheels are massive, my friends assassins
All of us bastards, our mothers queens and our women dancers
My rivers rapid, my fins are splashin’, my gills are flappin’
I bend some matches, then sip some gas and went kissed a dragon

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
I’m really rappin’, I’m finger snappin’, I’m pistol packin’
Y’all niggas slippin’, my swag is drippin’, so here’s a napkin
What’s really happnin’ bro?
Verbal attackin’, I’m showing passion
Know what I mean, see I’m the king like I’m from Akron
I’m going overboard, somebody call the captain
And when it come to getting checks, I always want the fat ones
I’m so high I can sing to a chandelier
My flow a glass of Ace of Spade and yours a can of beer

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
Too many bitches, too many blunts, too many buttons
Not enough bullets, them niggas buggin’, the squad is comin’
AK on shoulder, no shoulder shruggin’, aim at ya nugget
My weed sticky like acupuncture and magnus honey
Knock on the side door three times and have your money
Or get to steppin’ like Kappas stompin’, I’ll slap a junkie
I’m having lunch with Italian Sonny, don’t ask the subject
Lord why you took Rabbit from me, he say don’t ask me nothing
Too many bodies, too many bangers, too many bundles
Not enough bullets, these niggas buggin’, I heard they stung you
It’s gon’ be trouble, we come through and catch you while you cuddle
Them shotgun barrels like tunnels nigga, don’t even mumble

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[Verse 4: 2 Chainz]
I’m back to ballin’, I’m in the back full of magnums only
Pull on the scene and I fuck your queen playing Pastor Troy
Our weed ready, turkey spaghetti and caster oil
That’s codeine turn your guillotine to a fashion show
In 4 minutes I’ll turn this into forensics in a foreign car with a foreign broad
That’s long winded, paper long, and you taking long, you just don’t get it
Hung the phone up and Satan want a song with me
Hotter than Mississippi in summer of 1950s
In a van full of some niggas and white bitches
Get pulled over for swervin’ like “Hi, officer,”
When he ask me why I was swerving, “I’m high, officer.”

[Hook: 2 Chainz]
I can make it bounce by myself
I can make it bounce by myself
I can make it bounce by myself
I can make it bounce by myself
I can make it bounce by myself
I can make it bounce by myself
I can make it bounce by myself
I can make it bounce by myself

[Verse 5: Lil Wayne]
Got a mansion, a condo, a cabin, I sleep in my Phantom
So high dancing with the stars to the Star Spangled Banner
I change your channel, I change your pattern, I ring your Saturn
I bang your madam, she get on top and I shake the ladder
I make her straddle then gather and calculate the data
I listen up for the snakes or the baby rattle
I play the shadows, don’t play no games, I straight get at ’em
I’m on the chronic all day like it’s my favorite album

[Verse 6: 2 Chainz]
A plate of salmon, the Cayman Islands, a stripper dancer
If I don’t get the car first, I’ll have a temper tantrum
I’m innovative, I demonstrated, this nigga played it
I don’t care if you owe me a nick, nigga you need to pay me
I kiss ya lady, eat her pussy, then kiss the baby
Get situated, get keys off table, then leave her 80
I really made it, get it maid, Schwarzenegger
Won’t wrestle niggas, I spatula all you action figures

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[Verse 7: Lil Wayne]
I’m so high the blunt feel like a dumbbell
These niggas tiny like a spider on a Spud Webb
I got some upscale cocaine on my thumbnail
I feed it to my fun girls, they say fuck yeah

[Verse 8: 2 Chainz]
I’m doing this shit like whatever
When I go I’mma leave for the better
I told her you dig like a shovel
I want a Ferrari in yellow
Just so I can match all my yellow bitches
I been a playa since elementary
I got more bars than a penitentiary
I got a clip that hang several inches

[Hook: 2 Chainz]
I can make it bounce by myself
I can make it bounce by myself
I can make it bounce by myself
I can make it bounce by myself
I can make it bounce by myself
I can make it bounce by myself
I can make it bounce by myself
I can make it bounce by myself

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Boo (Feat. Yo Gotti) – 2 Chainz

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[Chorus: x2]
I just call her boo
I don’t know her whole name
Keep it on the low mane
All we eat is lo mien
Came from the block
Now I gotta whole thang
And you betta put a low jack on yo hoe mane

[Tity Boi:]
I just call her boo
I think her name is Shawna
What I really know bout the girl that drive the Honda.
I just call her boo
I think her name is isha, might be Tasha might even be Keisha.
All I really know her baby daddy wanna feature
And when they ran up on me she damn near had a seizure
See I just call her boo
I think her name is Ana
I met her in Miami, she say she from Atlanta
I just call her boo and she finish school
And she like to drink and like to smoke my reefer too
See I just call her boo
I think her name was Tonya
I know she from Decatur, she got a stupid onion

[Chorus: x2]
I just call her boo
I don’t know her whole name
Keep it on the low mane
All we eat is lo mien
Came from the block
Now I gotta whole thang
And you betta put a low jack on yo hoe mane

[Yo Gotti:]
Shawty stupid dumb thick I just call her red
Now that I think about it maybe I should call ahead
She got that super fire I can’t even lie
She like a water park she ain’t never dry
And I just call her bae and she just call me gotti
Ain’t no relationship we just fuckin shock
She got her own bread shawty school me in a drop
Her mama own some daycares her brother got them blocks
And she a college girl sophomore I hit her in the dorm
On the hard floor she got her shit together so I respect her more
So if she ask me for some money she is not a whore

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[Chorus: x2]
I just call her boo
I don’t know her whole name
Keep it on the low mane
All we eat is lo mien
Came from the block
Now I gotta whole thang
And you betta put a low jack on yo hoe mane

[Tity Boi:]
I hate lame niggas so this a hate crime
Rich niggas shit up on em a gang sign
Gotta glock 40 in my waist line
Just bought a new crib by the lake side
What is life like it’s love and I love my girl
Show up life a big spenda I’m tryna fuck the world
Yeah fuck em girl you ain’t gotta go back
Call em tell em that yo pussy got kidnapped
And she layin with her forehead on my six pack
Yeah we got something in common we like big stacks
Yeah I know her name but I like to call her boo
You shoulda put a chirp on her so she wouldn’t move

[Chorus: x2]
I just call her boo
I don’t know her whole name
Keep it on the low mane
All we eat is lo mien
Came from the block
Now I gotta whole thang
And you betta put a low jack on yo hoe mane

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Crack – 2 Chainz

[Intro:]
Aye Jack, start that beat from the ti’nop
Yeah, Based on a T.R.U. Story, uh

[Hook]
Started from the trap now I rap
No matter where I’m at I got crack
Started from the trap, now I rap
No matter where I’m at, I got crack

I got cr’nack, yeah, I got cr’nack
Got that cr’nack, yeah, I got cr’nack
Started from the trap, now I rap
No matter where I’m at, I got crack

[Verse 1:]
Standing on them blocks, selling hi’nard
I be going dumb, I be going retard
Get no regard for no br’noad
Pi’na my car, bitch, I’m from Collipi’nark
Southside, outside, and I’m ridin’ round, I get it
And I look around, they took my style
Like mothafucka you trippin’
Let me slow it down ‘fore I get a ticket
Nigga want a verse from me, it’s gon’ cost a chicken
Rev your mirror, shake it like a stripper hoe
Car so big it got a stripper pole
I’m ballin’, ballin’ like a give and g’na
All I talk is crack, I can get the recop

[Hook:]
Started from the trap now I rap
No matter where I’m at I got crack
Started from the trap, now I rap
No matter where I’m at, I got crack

I got cr’nack, yeah, I got cr’nack
Got that cr’nack, yeah, I got cr’nack
Started from the trap, now I rap
No matter where I’m at, I got crack

[Verse 2:]
Shawty got some real good p’nuss
If that shit stink, then she need to di’nush
No I’m not a killer but no p’nush
Get fucked, get slugged, bet you won’t even get up
This us, 2 guns in my Adidas
I’m from the A, you a C+
You niggas can’t even see us
Ear muffs from Neimans, Marcus
I’m like c’mon let’s start this
Keep it real my department
Versace my garment, yeah
I don’t give a fi’nuck
I don’t give a fi’nuck
Make her suck my di’nick, till that bitch hickup
And when she call my phi’none, I won’t even pick up

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[Hook:]
Started from the trap now I rap
No matter where I’m at I got crack
Started from the trap, now I rap
No matter where I’m at, I got crack

I got cr’nack, yeah, I got cr’nack
Got that cr’nack, yeah, I got cr’nack
Started from the trap, now I rap
No matter where I’m at, I got crack

[Verse 3:]
Thousand eight grams in my b’nag
I be making jewels, work be moving f’nast
And you need to mind your fucking bi’naz
Get cash, get fat this will pay for tonight
New car, you are not me forget it!
I got more hoes than four hoes
I had a foursome for Christmas!
Let me turn it down my baby mama listening
Extra garlic butter I got Benihana issues
Trigga finger itchin’ like it’s poison ivy
Going so hard Viagra trying to sign me
I might get an endorsement from baking soda
Catch me cooking crack trying to make a Rollie!

[Hook:]
Started from the trap now I rap
No matter where I’m at I got crack
Started from the trap, now I rap
No matter where I’m at, I got crack

I got cr’nack, yeah, I got cr’nack
Got that cr’nack, yeah, I got cr’nack
Started from the trap, now I rap
No matter where I’m at, I got crack

Crack crack crack…

All I talk is crack, I can get the recop

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