French Fuck by Robert Louis Lyrics
[Verse 1: Robert Louis]
Fuck yeah, pardon my swear
But if you want you can put the finger in the air
We don’t care anymore we’re coming down some
Coming from the middle like Malcolm Bryan Cranston
Who want what? elevated standards
We want that new blue, ucla crew
Take ‘em all to school, and tell ‘em all the rules
I guess a nickname is Bob, yeah I got the tools
About to build something you can’t tell me nothing
I’m going out in public, all the women love it
Thats fucking right, that includes your mother
Started to working out so I can get the nuts kissed
Someone you can fuck with, I ain’t trying to judge shit
I’m trying to come back home, new grown ya know
Mixtape dropped, so they blew up my telephone
[Hook: Robert Louis]
Fuck yeah, Fuck no, fuck you
Fuck that attitude, got a small world view
And Fuck you trying to tell me what to do, Fuck fake new
Everybody’s bias in the news
Fuck that, fuck what, fuck who
Fuck you, if you want to hate too
What can I do? I don’t need to do shit
Pardon the French but I’m not to be fucked with
[Verse 2: Robert Louis]
Its that simple, I don’t have a dimple
But I’m cute as fuck, go nasty over instrumentals
My Vocab come in handy, you need to understand me
Imma give birth to new so fuck a plan B
Uh-uh, I like her cheeks like Sandy
I split both pairs with my dick
This that real nasty shit not for family
This for old kids, and bitches trying to gold dig
They like to grab my shovel then they stick it in the hole
Grab me by the pole and then she come down slow
French kissing me followed by that inhale
They were all dissing me and now they want to treat me well
Ain’t it funny. What the fuck you want from me?
I stayed in Cali cuz I like it when its sunny
On a roll like French I bake when bored
Starting rapping on the bench but I want awards
UGH!
[Hook]
Fuck yeah, pardon my swear
But if you want you can put the finger in the air
We don’t care anymore we’re coming down some
Coming from the middle like Malcolm Bryan Cranston
Who want what? elevated standards
We want that new blue, ucla crew
Take ‘em all to school, and tell ‘em all the rules
I guess a nickname is Bob, yeah I got the tools
About to build something you can’t tell me nothing
I’m going out in public, all the women love it
Thats fucking right, that includes your mother
Started to working out so I can get the nuts kissed
Someone you can fuck with, I ain’t trying to judge shit
I’m trying to come back home, new grown ya know
Mixtape dropped, so they blew up my telephone
[Hook: Robert Louis]
Fuck yeah, Fuck no, fuck you
Fuck that attitude, got a small world view
And Fuck you trying to tell me what to do, Fuck fake new
Everybody’s bias in the news
Fuck that, fuck what, fuck who
Fuck you, if you want to hate too
What can I do? I don’t need to do shit
Pardon the French but I’m not to be fucked with
[Verse 2: Robert Louis]
Its that simple, I don’t have a dimple
But I’m cute as fuck, go nasty over instrumentals
My Vocab come in handy, you need to understand me
Imma give birth to new so fuck a plan B
Uh-uh, I like her cheeks like Sandy
I split both pairs with my dick
This that real nasty shit not for family
This for old kids, and bitches trying to gold dig
They like to grab my shovel then they stick it in the hole
Grab me by the pole and then she come down slow
French kissing me followed by that inhale
They were all dissing me and now they want to treat me well
Ain’t it funny. What the fuck you want from me?
I stayed in Cali cuz I like it when its sunny
On a roll like French I bake when bored
Starting rapping on the bench but I want awards
UGH!
[Hook]