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letra de french! featuring hodgy beats (og) - tyler, the creator

[verse 1: tyler, the creator]
got all the black girls mad ’cause my main b-tch vanilla
she tryna get her groove back like stella, grab the umbrella
when it comes to your perception of my sh-t, i’m helen keller
when it comes to the perfection of my sh-t, i know you smell the
r-ct-m, i’m like a chromosome, i always x ’em
like wolverine’s stepson, attacking a deadly weapon
i’m going down in history, once upon a time with some leprechaun
[?]
yo
i’m f-cking goldilocks up in the forest
in the three-bear house, eating they motherf-cking porridge
i tell her it’s my house, give her a tour in my bas-m-nt
and keep that b-tch locked up in my storage
rape her and record it, then edit it with more sh-t
octop-ssy, special effect, direct
b-tches, we banging, and please never disrespect my set
with canons hanging from our necks like it’s a motherf-cking circus

[chorus: hodgy, tyler, the creator & both]
you little n-ggas 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 sh-t, you better check my french (motherf-cker!)
i’m making moves, sh— check my french (my french)
i speak english, but check my french (my french)
your ho be on my p-n-s, she check my french
b-tch!
[verse 2: tyler, the creator & hodgy]
i guess i left my dignity up in the cupboard
’cause every girl i’m digging
when i’m digging in her p-ssy, i’m never using (a rubber)
but f-ck 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 b-tch knew d-ck like bubba knew shrimp (hahahaha)
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-tch said my s-m-n 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

[chorus: hodgy, tyler, the creator & both]
you little n-ggas 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 sh-t, you better check my french (motherf-cker!)
i’m making moves, sh— check my french (my french)
i speak english, but check my french (my french)
your ho be on my p-n-s, she check my french
b-tch!
[verse 3: tyler, the creator]
cruising in my go-kart at walmart selling cupcakes
go ‘head, admit it, f-ggot, this sh-t is tighter than b-tt rape
that involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape
p-rnos, some hormones, and boxes of digiorno
you h0m-s is loco, you probably drinking cuervo
with some vatos, [?] watching “zorro” with the door closed
jacking off to hypebeast you want those, adore those
f-ggot gucci sh-t you can’t afford those so you go
[?] with colored pants grey vans [?] on turbo
jumping on the [?] f-cking up they image with your ass closed, you assh0l-
motherf-cking followers get off of my mojo
you don’t f-cking skate, take off that box logo
i’m the grand canyon like i was hanging with [?]
i’m moving too fast, let me say it in slow mode
oh no, aye yo, [?] lay low and play lego
lovely now, bye b-tch because i say so
the devil just ordered me some wings and a halo
my lyrics the swordfish, my beats is the horse sh-t
but me as a motherf-cking person, i’m the lords d-ck
and you can take that to the grave
unless you wanna live
but that don’t amount to sh-t
sh-t, i’m not even speaking english
that’s why i told you to check my french
you b-tch

- tyler the creator

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