Tyler, The Creator, Hodgy - French! lyrics

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
(Ha ha haha) 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 OF 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

OF yes
So, are you dating anyone
Right now? You know, or
No, I'm I'm just playing the field
Just for now
Ah, so i'm guessing she's white
Since she's "vanilla" haha