Sir Michael Rocks - Francois Lyrics

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

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 nigga living hella ham
Getting blend on backgammon for the grands
Had a couple niggas 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 niggas
Stomp a nigga 'til he wearing the streets, like a fleece
I completely ignore niggas who talk too slow
I think y'all dead my Frenchman said I'm gettin head

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 cocktails in the trunk of the Impala
My dick Geodude, hit the critical, super effective
You get undressed bitch
Lex Luger the pussy 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 niggas 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 dick tip
Francois c'est pas