Tyler, The Creator - French! Featuring Hodgy Beats

{Verse 1: Tyler, the Creator}
Got all the Black girls 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 '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 fucking Goldilocks up in the forest
In the three-bear house, eating they motherfucking 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, direct
Bitches, we banging, and please never disrespect my set
With Canons hanging from our necks like it's a motherfucking circus

{Chorus: Hodgy, Tyler, the Creator & Both}
You little niggas 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 shit, you better check my French (Motherfucker!)
I'm making moves, sh— check my French (My French)
I speak English, but check my French (My French)
Your ho be on my penis, she check my French
Bitch!

{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 pussy, I'm never using (A rubber)
But fuck 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 bitch knew dick 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 bitch said my semen 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 niggas 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 shit, you better check my French (Motherfucker!)
I'm making moves, sh— check my French (My French)
I speak English, but check my French (My French)
Your ho be on my penis, she check my French
Bitch!

{Verse 3: Tyler, the Creator}
Cruising in my go-kart at Walmart selling cupcakes
Go 'head, admit it, faggot, this shit is tighter than butt rape
That involve Ballpark Franks and silver duct tape
Pornos, some hormones, and boxes of DiGiorno
You homos is loco, you probably drinking Cuervo
With some vatos, (?...) watching "Zorro" with the door closed
Jacking off to hypebeast you want those, adore those
Faggot gucci shit you can't afford those so you go
(?...) with colored pants grey vans (?...) on turbo
Jumping on the (?...) fucking up they image with your ass closed, you asshole
Motherfucking followers get off of my mojo
You don't fucking 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 bitch because i say so
The devil just ordered me some wings and a halo
My lyrics the swordfish, my beats is the horse shit
But me as a motherfucking person, i'm the lords dick
And you can take that to the grave
Unless you wanna live
But that don't amount to shit
Shit, i'm not even speaking english
You can check my french
You bitch