Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song French! (feat. Hodgy Beats), artist - Tyler, The Creator. Album song Bastard, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 08.12.2014
Record label: F.M.F. Entertainment
Song language: English
French! (feat. Hodgy Beats) |
Got all the black bitches mad cause my main bitch vanilla |
She tryna 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 'em |
Like Wolverine steps on attackin’a deadly weapon |
I’m openin’a church to sell coke and Led Zeppelin |
And fuck Mary in her ass. |
ha-ha. |
yo |
I’m fuckin’Goldilocks up in the forest |
In the three bear house eatin’their muthafuckin’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 erect bitches we bangin' |
And please never disrespect my set with Canons |
Hangin’from our necks like it’s a muthafuckin’circus |
You little niggas better check my French |
You gettin’money better check my French |
Ahh, what time is it, huh? |
Check my French |
If you got my shit you better check my French |
I make it move check my French |
I speak English but check my French |
Your ho be on my penis she check my French, bitch |
I guess I left my dignity up in the cupboard, cause every girl I’m diggin' |
When I’m diggin’in her pussy, I’m never usin’a rubber |
But fuck it I guess I gotta stretch it out like it was flubber |
And leave it drippin’green and red like double cheese buggers |
Chewin’on cum like bubble gum from Hubba |
This bitch knew dick like Bubba knew shrimp, yeah |
Yo, I’m seventeen, already sniffin’blow |
I tell my friends it’s asthma every time I start to itch my throat |
I got a new show for MTV, «Pimp My Boat» |
Because some bitch said my semen was dirty, that’s silly ho The most that they can do is find me, I’m hiding |
Oh no, Mister Stokes, I don’t like misters, no Don’t tell R. Kelly where my little sister go You little niggas better check my French |
You gettin’money better check my French |
Ahh, what time is it, huh? |
Check my French |
If you got my shit you better check my French |
I make it move check my French |
I speak English but check my French |
Your ho be on my penis she check my French, bitch |
Yo, you little niggas better check my French |
I got all stars and you can check my bench |
Left Brain, Super 3, Creator Ace |
Put expressions in their music and create the face |
Of the picture punchline figured out, ahh I get you |
No you don’t nigga so why don’t you go figure |
You seem confused anyway, pressured enough? |
You the type of dude that choke when the pressure is up The pressure is the pump and the 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 I’m sayin'? |
I don’t think so We sick shit, throw it up down in the sink, yo The Odd niggas are beginnin’to spill these pink hoes |
We think sorta odd so we think so Crusin’in my go kart at Walmart sellin’cupcakes |
Go 'head admit it faggot, this shit is tighter then butt rape |
That involve Ballpark franks and silver duct tape |
Pornos and hormones and boxes of DiGiorno |
You homos is loco you’re probably drinkin’Cuervo |
With some vatos with the door closed watchin’Zorro, you homos. |
O. F |