Francois lyrics

by

Too $hort


[Intro]
Aye yay yay yay yay yay
Get the f*ck off of my balls
I said, whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa
Man these thots getting no calls
Yah

Sup Bus Yah Yah Yah Yah
Six Wassup Wassup

[Verse 1]
I let it hit the water splash
Wrist rotating, tire track burns in the pot after I be cooking;
My French maid dress drop, fall
Close doors in the presence of Francois, c'est pas
The livest n*gga living—hella ham!
Getting blend on backgammon for the grands
Had a couple n*ggas on the team
Loyalty was just an understanding that we shared
Like the air, and the water, and the trees;
Wood grain chain on me!
f*ck gold, f*ck platinum, f*ck the street wear n*ggas
Stomp a n*gga 'til he wearing the streets—like a fleece!
I completely ignore n*ggas who talk too slow
I think y'all dead, my Frenchman said, I'm gettin' head
Francois c'est pas...

[Verse 2]
My life like Kingdom Hearts
My eyes good enough to see a fart
And even if we was a sea apart
I'd reach across the water and I'd choke your ass
Cause e'rything bout a dolla
Molotov c*cktails in the trunk of the Impala
My di*k Geodude, hit the critical, super effective
You get undressed b*tch
Lex Luger the pus*y stay true to the bone
What she be doing at home is her business, I don't ask
Gaara sand in a hourglass
We was outcast now we outtercast
Thug emo n*ggas hella sad
I trick my money 'til I'm outta cash
I'm suicidal, don't know how to laugh
I'm spiritual with alchemy as I play God
She french kissed the di*k tip
Francois c'est pas

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