French Lyrics - Tyler, The Creator

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 circus 

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You 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, bitch 

I 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? 

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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, bitch 

Yo 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 so 

Crusin 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