French! (feat. Hodgy Beats)

Got all the black b**ches mad cause
My main b**ches  vanilla
She tryna get her groove back like Stella,
Grab the umbrella
When it comes to your perception of my sh*t,
I'm Helen Keller
When it comes to the perfection of my sh*t,
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 b**ches  Mary in her a**.. ha-ha.. yo
I'mbitches in' Goldilocks up in the forest
In the three bear house
Eatin' their mutha b**ches in' porridge
I tell her it's my house, give her a tour
In my basement, and keep that b**ches
Locked up in my storage
Rape her and record it, then edit it with more sh*t
Octo b**ches special effect erectbitches  we
B**ches banging
And please never disrespect my set with Canons
Hangin' from our necks like
It's a mutha b**ches in' 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 sh*t 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,
I guess I left my dignity up in the cupboard,
Cause every girl I'm diggin'
When I'm diggin' in her borite yo
I'm never usin' a rubber
But b**ches  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 b**ches 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 b**ches
Said my semen was dirty, that's silly ho
The most that they can do is find me, I'm hiding
Somewhere where Chris Stokes can't find me
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 sh*t 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,
B**ches
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 ni**a so why don't you go figure
You seem confused anyway, pressured enough?
You the type of dude that choke
When the pressure with then
The pressure is the pump and the pressure is us
B**ches 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 sh*t,
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 sh*t 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
Yes so are you now by know
No i'm can't feel