Hodgy Beats - French lyrics

[Verse 1] 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 them Like Wolverine stepson attacking a deadly weapon I'm opening a church to sell coke and Led Zeppelin And f** Mary in her a**.. Yo, I'm f**ing Goldilocks up in the forest In the three bear house eating their mothaf**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 the wet b**hes be banging And please never disrespect my set With Canons hanging from our necks like it's a mothaf**in' circus [Hook] You little n***as better check my French You getting money? Better check my French What time is it, huh? Check my French If you got my sh** you better check my French I'm making moves, check my French I speak English but check my French Your ho be on my penis, she check my French, b**h [Verse 2] I guess I left my dignity up in the cupboard, cause every girl I'm digging When I'm digging in her p**y, I'm never using a rubber But f** it, I guess I got to stretch it out like it was flubber And leave it dripping green and red like double cheese buggers Chewing on cum like bubble gum from Hubba This b**h knew dick like Bubba knew shrimp, 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 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, Mr. Stokes, I don't like misters, no Don't tell R. Kelly where my little sister go [Hook] You little n***as better check my French You getting money? Better check my French What time is it, huh? Check my French If you got my sh** you better check my French I'm making moves, check my French I speak English but check my French Your ho be on my penis, she check my French, b**h [Verse 3: Hodgy] 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 and 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 having 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 saying? I don't think so We sick sh**, throw it up down in the sink, yo The Odd n***as are beginning to spill these pink hoes We think sorta odd so we think so [Outro] Crusing in my go kart at Walmart selling cupcakes Go ahead admit it f*ggot, this sh** is tighter than 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 drinking Cuervo With some vatos with the door closed watching Zorro, you h*mos