Francois - Sir Michael Rocks

Aye yay yay yay yay yay

Get the fuck 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!

Fuck gold, fuck platinum, fuck 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

Francois c’est pas…

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