Freericky - The Yukky

I just want The Yukky
Tuckin' like a tummy
Your man bummy
But his bitch look kinda yummy
Kinda yummy, yummy, yummy
Kinda yummy, yummy, yummy
I'm the shit like I'm holy kickin' wit no goalie
She gimmie top on the road now that's a roadie
Want the guac not no moley, the cheese no macaroni
No cop patrolling or his wife might end up being lonely
Bitch I'm in the runnin' n gunnin' like I was Tommy III
Hundred after hundred count money now duckin' felonies
I Fuck on yo mid-pack, you catchin' a bitch slap
Cuzzo, yo bitch mad? Now you callin' yo bitch back
I just want The Yukky
Tuckin' like a tummy
Your man bummy
But his bitch look kinda yummy
Kinda yummy, yummy, yummy
Kinda yummy, yummy, yummy
Know I'm bout to glow up scope wit no close up
Love hos, strip poles like pigs love they doughnuts
Said I see her later drop her like a fader
I ain't yo daddy bitch, Luke this ain't no Vader
I Ball like I'm Anthony Davis, you wanna be us but u anus
I'm fuckin' a different new bad bitch On a daily basis
Problem wit a Tommy call me Dr. Lipshitz
Dipshit dippin' dick on a bitch lips like a dip stick

Written by:
Anthony McDaniels

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