Erick Arc Elliott - FRENCH lyrics

rate me

Fuck it, yeah!

Rolling through your hood without a G pass

And them boys going bust like they need ass

It's all green dog, got my breeze pass

But the fiends Tim Duncan cause they need glass

Uh, and all these bitches know they need cash

Cause I eat first, niggas better eat last

Cause we ain't scared to fucking let the heat blast

I'm messed up, nigga, assed up!

The ritual to light a spliff or two is all we ever do

Ahead of you I got a better view, collecting revenue.

I met a fellow who ingested chemicals and made it so we never move

Except when he grabbed his genitals,

I'm elevating sort of revelation on your pedestal

Probably on the top, I got your method like you ever knew

I compare the better dudes, heavy on my level, too

I'm stuck on the first days, I'm stuck on my level, too

The loiter, the black warrior, the real euphoria

Taste that, don't waste that, deniles formula

I freestyle for this bitch, she's a foreigner

I drag her back to my den and I'm clawing her,

Then I'm clubbing her, then I'm thuggin' her

Bitch, know I' whiling, bitch know you're styling

Bitch, know I'm styling like styly and 'em styling

Styling cause I'm whiling

Young and I'm violent!

Awesome, playing will of fortune in foursome

I hold her jaw some, and let her swim in the endorphins,

And I divorce them, it gets exhausting, I toss 'em.

Double cross them, true religion's not an option

And I just got knowledge,

Middle finger fucking whoever is not polished

You just got dollars and I escaped college

Dreams not jeans fit, zombie prestige, so we gotta keep them trees lit.

You ain't hitting racks till your brain dead

Shawty gassed up, call that bitch Wayne head

Meech told me I ain't gotta talk to him

Nigga lift her up, then he spark to em'

Nigga talk to him, make it so you ride them out

Cause the niggas talk... cause they..

We don't give a fuck, niggas do things...

Thanks to EDaLover for correcting these lyrics

Thanks to EDaLover for correcting these lyrics