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FRENCH!
- 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's stepson, attacking a deadly weapon
- I'm opening a church to sell coke and Led Zeppelin
- And fuck Mary in her ass—Haha, yo
- I'm fucking Goldilocks up in the forest
- In the three bear house, eating they motherfucking 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, direct
- Bitches, we banging, and please never disrespect my set
- With Canons hanging from our necks like it's a motherfucking circus
- You little niggas better check my French (My French)
- Ugh, you getting money? Better check my French (My French)
- Uh, what time is it, huh? Check my French (My French)
- If you got my shit, you better check my French (Motherfucker!)
- I'm making moves, sh—check my French (My French)
- I speak English, but check my French (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 digging
- When I'm digging in her pussy, I'm never using (A rubber)
- But fuck it, I guess I gotta stretch it out like it was flubber
- And leave it dripping green and red like double cheeseburgers
- Chewing on cum like bubblegum from Hubba
- This bitch knew dick like Bubba knew shrimp (Hahahaha)
- Yeah
- Yo, I'm seventeen, already sniffing 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 silly ho
- The most that they can do is fine me
- I'm hiding, somewhere where Chris Stokes can't find me
- "Oh no, Mr. Stokes, I don't like misters, no"
- Don't tell R. Kelly where my little sister go
- You little niggas better check my French (My French)
- Ugh, you getting money? Better check my French (My French)
- Uh, what time is it, huh? Check my French (My French)
- If you got my shit, you better check my French (Motherfucker!)
- I'm making moves, sh—check my French (My French)
- I speak English, but check my French (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 the 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'n' figure?
- You seem confused anyway, pressured enough?
- You the type to do the choke when the pressure is up
- The pressure is the pump, and the pressure is us
- Bitches having 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 saying? I don't think so
- We sick shit, throw it up down in the sink, yo
- These Odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink flows
- We think sorta odd, so we think so
- Crusing in my go kart at Walmart selling cupcakes
- Go 'head, admit it, faggot, this shit is tighter than butt rape
- That involve Ballpark Franks and silver duct tape
- Pornos, some hormones, and boxes of DiGiorno
- You homos is loco, you probably drinking Cuervo
- With some vatos, with the door closed, watching "Zorro"
- You homos
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