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French (feat. Hodgy Beats)

Got all the black bitches mad cause my main bitch vanilla

She trying to get her groove back like Stella, grab the umbrella

When it comes to your perception of my shit I'm Helen Keller

When it comes to the perfection of my shit I know you

smell the rectum I'm like a chromosome i always X them

Like Wolverine steps in attacking a deadly weapon

I'm opening a church to sell coke and Led Zeppelin,

and f-ck Mary in her ass... ha ha... yo

I'm fucking Goldilocks up in the forest

In the three bear house eating their motherf-cking porridge

I tell her it's my house, give her a tour

In my basement, and keep that bitch locked up in my storage

Rape her and record it, then edit it with more shit

Octopussy special effect, the wet bitches be banging

And please never disrespect my set with cannons

Hanging from my neck like it's a motherf-cking circusYou little n-ggas better check my French

You getting money better check my French

Ah, what time is it, huh? Check my French

If you cop my shit you better check my French,

Motherf-cker

I'm making moves, check my French

I speak English but check my French

Your hoe be on my penis she check my French, bitchI guess I left my dignity up in the cupboard

cause every girl im digging, when im digging in her pussy

im never using a rubber

but fuck it I guess i gotta steach it out like it was flubber

and leave it drippin green and red like it was doubble cheese buggers

chewin on cum like bubble gum from hubbard

This bitch knew dick like Bubba knew shimp

(Laughing)

Yo Im seventeen, already sniffin blow

I tell my friends its asthma every time I start to itch my throat

I got a new show for MTV, "Pimp My Boat"

Cause some bitch said my semen was dirty, that silly ho

The most that they can do is find me, Im hiding

somewhere where Chris Stokes cant find me

Oh no Mister Stokes I dont like misters no

Dont tell R. Kelly, where my little sister go?You little niggas better check my French

You getting money better check my French

Ahh, what time is it, huh? Check my French

If you cop my shit you better check my French, muthafucka

Im making moves check my French

I speak English but check my French

Your hoe be on my penis she check my French, bitchYo you little niggas better check my french

I got allstars and you can check my bench

Left Brain, super three, Creator Ace puttin the expressions in music and create the face

Of the picture, punchline figured out ahhh I get you

No you dont nigga so why dont you go figure

You seem confused anyway, pressure enough?

You the type of dude to choke when the pressure is up

The pressure is to pump and pressure is us

bitches havin eargasms and the pleasure is us

Niggas wanna be O.F. and write letters to us

Competition's competition, yo you better than us?

Digest what Im sayin? I dont think so

We sick shit, throw it up down in the sink yo

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes

We think sorta odd so we think soCrusin in my go kart at walmart sellin cupcakes

Go ahead admit it faggot this shit is tighter then buttrape

That involves Ballpark franks and silver duct tape

Pornos and hormones and boxes of DiGiornos

You homos is loco your prolly drinking cuervo

with some vatos with the door closed watchin zorro you homos

Songwriters

OKONMA, TYLER / TURNER, VYRONPublished by

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