[Verse 1]Got all the black bitches mad cause my main bitch vanillaShe tryna get her groove back like Stella, grab the umbrellaWhen it comes to your perception of my shit, I'm Helen KellerWhen it comes to the perfection of my shit, I know you smell theRectum, I'm like a chromosome I always X themLike Wolverine stepson attacking a deadly weaponI'm opening a church to sell coke and Led ZeppelinAnd fuck Mary in her ass..Yo, I'm fucking Goldilocks up in the forestIn the three bear house eating their mothafuckin' porridgeI tell her it's my house, give her a tourIn my basement, and keep that bitch locked up in my storageRape her and record it, then edit it with more shitOctopussy special effect the wet bitches be bangingAnd please never disrespect my set with CanonsHanging from our necks like it's a mothafuckin' circus[Hook]You little niggas better check my FrenchYou getting money better check my FrenchWhat time is it, huh? Check my FrenchIf you cop my shit you better check my FrenchI'm making moves, check my FrenchI speak English but check my FrenchYour ho be on my penis, she check my French, bitch[Verse 2]I guess I left my dignity up in the cupboard, cause every girl I'm diggingWhen I'm digging in her pussy, I'm never using a rubberBut fuck it, I guess I got to stretch it out like it was flubberAnd leave it dripping green and red like double cheese buggersChewing on cum like bubble gum from HubbaThis bitch knew dick like Bubba knew shrimp, yeahYo, I'm seventeen, already sniffing blowI tell my friends it's asthma every time I start to itch my throatI got a new show for MTV, "Pimp My Boat"Because some bitch said my semen was dirty, that's silly hoThe most that they can do is find me, I'm hidingSomewhere where Chris Stokes can't find meOh no, Mr. Stokes, I don't like misters, noDon't tell R. Kelly where my little sister go[Hook][Verse 3: Hodgy]Yo, you little niggas better check my FrenchI got all stars and you can check my benchLeft Brain, Super 3, Creator AcePut expressions in their music and create the faceOf the picture punchline figured out, ahh I get youNo you don't nigga so why don't you go and figureYou seem confused anyway, pressured enough?You the type of dude that choke when the pressure is upThe pressure is the pump and the pressure is usBitches having eargasms and the pleasure is usNiggas wanna be O.F. and write letters to usCompetition's competition, yo you better than us?Digest what I'm saying? I don't think soWe sick shit, throw it up down in the sink, yoThe Odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoesWe think sorta odd so we think so[Outro]Crusing in my go kart at Walmart selling cupcakesGo ahead admit it faggot, this shit is tighter than butt rapeThat involve ballpark franks and silver duct tapePornos and hormones and boxes of DiGiornoYou homos is loco you're probably drinking CuervoWith some vatos with the door closed watching Zorro, you homos
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[Verse 1]
Got all the black bitches mad cause my main bitch vanilla
She 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 them
Like Wolverine stepson attacking a deadly weapon
I'm opening a church to sell coke and Led Zeppelin
And fuck Mary in her ass..
Yo, I'm fucking Goldilocks up in the forest
In the three bear house eating their mothafuckin' porridge
I tell her it's my house, give her a tour
In my basement, and keep that bitch locked up in my storage
Rape her and record it, then edit it with more shit
Octopussy special effect the wet bitches be banging
And please never disrespect my set with Canons
Hanging from our necks like it's a mothafuckin' circus
[Hook]
You little niggas better check my French
You getting money better check my French
What time is it, huh? Check my French
If you cop my shit 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, bitch
[Verse 2]
I guess I left my dignity up in the cupboard, cause every girl I'm digging
When I'm digging in her pussy, I'm never using a rubber
But fuck 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 bitch 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 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, Mr. 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 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
Bitches having 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 saying? I don't think so
We sick shit, throw it up down in the sink, yo
The Odd niggas 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 faggot, this shit is tighter than butt rape
That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape
Pornos and hormones and boxes of DiGiorno
You homos is loco you're probably drinking Cuervo
With some vatos with the door closed watching Zorro, you homos
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