Sir Michael Rocks - Francois lyrics

[Intro:] Aye yay yay yay yay yay Get the f** off of my balls I said, whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa Man these thots getting no calls Yah Sup Bus Yah Yah Yah Yah Six Wa**up Wa**up [Verse 1:] I let it hit the water splash Wrist rotating tire track burns in the pot after I be cooking My french maid dress drop fall close doors in the presence of Francois c'est pas The livest n***a living hella ham Getting blend on backgammon for the grands Had a couple n***as on the team Loyalty was just an understanding that we shared Like the air and the water and the trees Wood grain chain on me f** gold f** platinum f** the street wear n***as Stomp a n***a 'til he wearing the streets, like a fleece I completely ignore n***as who talk too slow I think y'all dead my Frenchman said I'm gettin head [Verse 2:] My life like Kingdom Hearts My eyes good enough to see a fart And even if we was a sea apart I'd reach across the water and I'd choke your a** Cause e'rything bout a dolla Molotov co*ktails in the trunk of the Impala My dick Geodude, hit the critical, super effective You get undressed b**h Lex Luger the p**y stay true to the bone What she be doing at home is her business, I don't ask Gaara sand in a hourgla** We was outcast now we outtercast Thug emo n***as hella sad I trick my money 'til I'm outta cash I'm suicidal, don't know how to laugh I'm spiritual with alchemy as I play God She french kissed the dick tip Francois c'est pas