Tyler, The Creator - French! Lyrics
Got all the black *****es mad cause my main ***** vanillaShe tryna get her groove back like Stella, grab the umbrellaWhen it comes to your perception of my shit, I'm Helen KellerWhen it comes to the perfection of my shit, I know you smell theRectum, I'm like a chromosome I always X 'emLike Wolverine steps on attackin' a deadly weaponI'm openin' a church to sell coke and Led ZeppelinAnd ***** Mary in her ass.. ha-ha.. yoI'm *****in' Goldilocks up in the forestIn the three bear house eatin' their mutha*****in' porridgeI tell her it's my house, give her a tourIn my basement, and keep that ***** locked up in my storageRape her and record it, then edit it with more shitOcto***** special effect erect *****es we bangin'And please never disrespect my set with CanonsHangin' from our necks like it's a mutha*****in' circusYou little niggas better check my FrenchYou gettin' money better check my FrenchAhh, what time is it, huh? Check my FrenchIf you got my shit you better check my FrenchI make it move check my FrenchI speak English but check my FrenchYour ho be on my penis she check my French, *****I guess I left my dignity up in the cupboard, cause every girl I'm diggin'When I'm diggin' in her *****, I'm never usin' a rubberBut ***** it I guess I gotta stretch it out like it was flubberAnd leave it drippin' green and red like double cheese buggersChewin' on cum like bubble gum from HubbaThis ***** knew dick like Bubba knew shrimp, yeahYo, I'm seventeen, already sniffin' blowI tell my friends it's asthma every time I start to itch my throatI got a new show for MTV, "Pimp My Boat"Because some ***** said my semen was dirty, that's silly hoThe most that they can do is find me, I'm hidingSomewhere where Chris Stokes can't find meOh no, Mister Stokes, I don't like misters, noDon't tell R. Kelly where my little sister goYou little niggas better check my FrenchYou gettin' money better check my FrenchAhh, what time is it, huh? Check my FrenchIf you got my shit you better check my FrenchI make it move check my FrenchI speak English but check my FrenchYour ho be on my penis she check my French, *****Yo, you little niggas better check my FrenchI got all stars and you can check my benchLeft Brain, Super 3, Creator AcePut expressions in their music and create the faceOf the picture punchline figured out, ahh I get youNo you don't nigga so why don't you go figureYou seem confused anyway, pressured enough?You the type of dude that choke when the pressure is upThe pressure is the pump and the pressure is us*****es havin' eargasms and the pleasure is usNiggas wanna be O.F. and write letters to usCompetition's competition, yo you better than us?Digest what I'm sayin'? I don't think soWe sick shit, throw it up down in the sink, yoThe Odd niggas are beginnin' to spill these pink hoesWe think sorta odd so we think soCrusin' in my go kart at Walmart sellin' cupcakesGo 'head admit it faggot, this shit is tighter then butt rapeThat involve Ballpark franks and silver duct tapePornos and hormones and boxes of DiGiornoYou homos is loco you're probably drinkin' CuervoWith some vatos with the door closed watchin' Zorro, you homos.. O.F
