Tyler, the Creator - 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's stepson attacking a deadly weapon I'm opening a church to sell coke and Led Zepplin And fuck Mary in her ass.. ha-ha.. yo I'm fucking Goldilocks up in the forest In the three bear house eating their muthafuckin' porridge I tell her it's my house, give her a tour In my basement, and keep that bitch locked up in the storage Rape her and record it, then edit it with more shit Octopussy special effect, the wet bitches be banging And please don't disrespect my set With cannons hanging from my neck like it's a muthafuckin' circus [Hook] 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 I make it move check my French I speak English but check my French Your hole be on my penis she check my French, bitch I guess I left my dick nitty 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 devil 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 asthmary time I itch my throat I got a new show for MTV, "Pimp My Boat" Cause some bitch said my semen was dirty, thats silly ho The most that they can do is find me, Im hiding somewhere where Christians cant find me Oh no Mister Stokes I dont like misters no Dont tell R. Kelly where my sister goes 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 I make it move 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 to do the 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 B.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 evolves 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