French - Live

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 fucking 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 fuck Mary in her ass
G-Unit?
I'm fucking Goldilocks up in the forest
In the three bear house eating their motherfuckin' porridge
I tell her it's my house, give her a tour in my basement
And keep that bitch locked up in my storage
I rape her and record it, then edit it with more shit
Octopussy special effect, the wet bitches be
And please never disrespect my set with cannons
Hanging from my neck like it's a motherfuckin' circus

You little niggas better check my french
You little bitches better check my french
What time is it, huh? (Check my french!)
I said if you cop my shit you better check my french
I'm making moves, nigga, check my french
Oh, I speak English but check my french
I said your hoe be on my penis she check my french

Yeah!
What's up, assholes?



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Writer(s): Tyler Okonma, Vyron Turner
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