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Тут найдется любой текст песни: Исполнитель: Tyler, The Creator Feat. Hodgy Beats
Песня: French
Добавил: Гость
Tyler, The Creator Feat. Hodgy Beats – French 1She 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 Zepplin And fuck Mary in her ass.. ha-ha.. yo I'm fucking Goldilocks up in the forest In the three bear house eating their muthafuckin' porridge I tell her it's my house, give her a tour In my basement, and keep that bitch locked up in the storage Rape her and record it, then edit it with more shit Octopussy special effect, the wet bitches be banging And please don't disrespect my set With cannons hanging from my neck like it's a muthafuckin' circus [Hook] You little niggas better check my French You getting money better check my French Ahh, what time is it, huh? Check my French If you cop my shit you better check my French, muthafucka I make it move check my French I speak English but check my French Your hole be on my penis she check my French, bitch [Verse 2: Tyler] I guess I left my dignity up in the cupboard, cause every girl I'm diggin' When I'm diggin' in her pussy, I'm never usin' a rubber But fuck it I guess I got it stretched 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 bitch 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 bitch 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 [Hook] [Verse 3: Hodgy] 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 their 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 figure You seem confused anyway, pressure enough? You the type of dude that choke when the pressure is up The pressure is to pump and the pressure is us Bitches havin' eargasms and the pleasure is us Niggas 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 shit, throw it up down in the sink, yo The Odd niggas are beginnin' to spill these pink hos We think sorta odd so we think so [Outro: Tyler] Crusin' in my go kart at Walmart sellin' cupcakes Go 'head admit it faggot, this shit is tighter then butt rape That involve Ballpark franks and silver duct tape Pornos and hormones and boxes of DiGiorno You homos is loco you're probably drinkin' Cuervo With some vatos with the door closed watchin' Zorro, you homos.. O.F |
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