Tyler, The Creator - French! lyrics

Got all the black b**hes mad cause my main b**h vanilla She tryna get her groove back like Stella, grab the umbrella When it comes to your perception of my sh**, I'm Helen Keller When it comes to the perfection of my sh**, 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 f** Mary in her a**.. ha-ha.. yo I'm f**in' Goldilocks up in the forest In the three bear house eatin' their muthaf**in' porridge I tell her it's my house, give her a tour In my basement, and keep that b**h locked up in my storage Rape her and record it, then edit it with more sh** Octop**y special effect erect b**hes we bangin' And please never disrespect my set with Canons Hangin' from our necks like it's a muthaf**in' circus You little n***as 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** 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**h I guess I left my dignity up in the cupboard, cause every girl I'm diggin' When I'm diggin' in her p**y, I'm never usin' a rubber But f** 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**h 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**h 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 n***as 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** 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**h Yo, you little n***as 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 n***a so why don't you go figure You seem confused anyway, pressured enough? You the type of dude that choke when the pressure is up The pressure is the pump and the pressure is us b**hes havin' eargasms and the pleasure is us n***as 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**, throw it up down in the sink, yo The Odd n***as 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 f*ggot, this sh** is tighter then bu*t rape That involve Ballpark franks and silver duct tape p**nos and hormones and boxes of DiGiorno You h*mos is loco you're probably drinkin' Cuervo With some vatos with the door closed watchin' Zorro, you h*mos.. O.F