French (Live) lyrics

[Verse]
Got all the black b*tches mad cause my main b*tch vanilla
She trying to 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 f*cking rectum
I'm like a chromosome I always X them
Like Wolverine steps in attacking a deadly weapon
I′m opening a church to sell coke and Led Zeppelin
And f*ck Mary in hеr ass
G-Unit?
I'm f*cking Goldilocks up in the forest
In the three bеar house eating their motherf*ckin' porridge
I tell her it′s my house, give her a tour in my basement
And keep that b*tch locked up in my storage
I rape her and record it, then edit it with more sh*t
Octopus*y special effect, the wet b*tches be
And please never disrespect my set with cannons
Hanging from my neck like it′s a motherf*ckin' circus

[Chorus]
You little n*ggas better check my french
You little b*tches better check my french
What time is it, huh? (Check my french!)
I said if you cop my sh*t you better check my french
I′m making moves, n*gga, check my french
Oh, I speak English but check my french
I said your hoe be on my p*nis she check my french
[Outro]
Yeah!
What's up, as*h*les?