Got all the black bitches mad cause my main bitch vanilla
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She tryna get her groove back like Stella, grab the umbrella
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When it comes to your perception of my shit, I'm Helen Keller
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When it comes to the perfection of my shit, I know you smell the
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Rectum, I'm like a chromosome I always X 'em
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Like Wolverine steps on attackin' a deadly weapon
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I'm openin' a church to sell coke and Led Zeppelin
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And fuck Mary in her ass.. ha-ha.. yo
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I'm fuckin' Goldilocks up in the forest
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In the three bear house eatin' their muthafuckin' porridge
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I tell her it's my house, give her a tour
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In my basement, and keep that bitch locked up in my storage
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Rape her and record it, then edit it with more shit
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Octopussy special effect erect bitches we bangin'
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And please never disrespect my set with Canons
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Hangin' from our necks like it's a muthafuckin' circus
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You little niggas better check my French
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You gettin' money better check my French
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Ahh, what time is it, huh? Check my French
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If you got my shit you better check my French
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I make it move check my French
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I speak English but check my French
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Your ho be on my penis she check my French, bitch
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I guess I left my dignity up in the cupboard, cause every girl I'm diggin'
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When I'm diggin' in her pussy, I'm never usin' a rubber
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But fuck it I guess I gotta stretch it out like it was flubber
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And leave it drippin' green and red like double cheese buggers
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Chewin' on cum like bubble gum from Hubba
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This bitch knew dick like Bubba knew shrimp, yeah
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Yo, I'm seventeen, already sniffin' blow
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I tell my friends it's asthma every time I start to itch my throat
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I got a new show for MTV, "Pimp My Boat"
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Because some bitch said my semen was dirty, that's silly ho
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The most that they can do is find me, I'm hiding
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Somewhere where Chris Stokes can't find me
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Oh no, Mister Stokes, I don't like misters, no
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Don't tell R. Kelly where my little sister go
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You little niggas better check my French
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You gettin' money better check my French
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Ahh, what time is it, huh? Check my French
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If you got my shit you better check my French
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I make it move check my French
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I speak English but check my French
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Your ho be on my penis she check my French, bitch
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Yo, you little niggas better check my French
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I got all stars and you can check my bench
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Left Brain, Super 3, Creator Ace
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Put expressions in their music and create the face
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Of the picture punchline figured out, ahh I get you
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No you don't nigga so why don't you go figure
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You seem confused anyway, pressured enough?
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You the type of dude that choke when the pressure is up
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The pressure is the pump and the pressure is us
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Bitches havin' eargasms and the pleasure is us
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Niggas wanna be O.F. and write letters to us
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Competition's competition, yo you better than us?
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Digest what I'm sayin'? I don't think so
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We sick shit, throw it up down in the sink, yo
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The Odd niggas are beginnin' to spill these pink hoes
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We think sorta odd so we think so
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Crusin' in my go kart at Walmart sellin' cupcakes
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Go 'head admit it faggot, this shit is tighter then butt rape
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That involve Ballpark franks and silver duct tape
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Pornos and hormones and boxes of DiGiorno
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You homos is loco you're probably drinkin' Cuervo
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With some vatos with the door closed watchin' Zorro, you homos.. O.F
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French!
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Tyler, The Creator |