Querrell - Excuse My French Lyrics

I was like aye
Pull up
Niggaz be talking
Shut up
Before the pandemic hit
I was like Imma be lit this summer
Contact full of bad bitch numbers
Got a kick out of it like a drummer
She don’t work in the food industry
I’m the host
She a busser and a runner
Here go a towel for ya stomach
08 Cole finna come up
Been going dumb
Going dumber
If it’s real then put it on mamas
2020 for the mufuckin birds
Pulled up to her house drunk hit the curb
Left there hit hole in the wall
Excuse my Charles de Gaulle
Excuse my French my nigga
Excuse my stench my nigga
Her ass offensive
Look so dense
Excuse my bitch my nigga
Excuse my French my nigga
Excuse my stench my nigga
Her ass offensive
Look so dense
Excuse my bitch my nigga
Excuse yoself my nigga
School really failed us nigga
My bro sending packs
through the mail
The (bleep) concealing the smell
Real name
No gimmicks or nun
If she ain’t got no ass
Imma dub it
If I say imma do it
I’ve done it
Getting money it’s me and my cousin
I’m treating my bitches accordingly
Got a few but
Some of em mean more to me
When I got home
She rewarded me
When I got home
She rewarded me
I Remember Stacy the waitress
Only want fun and blue faces
Picking her brain
But she basic
So I fell back like The Matrix
I feel like
MJ in the making
I feel like
It can’t be debated
It burn em like
Salt in the wound
It burn like
The liquor no chaser
Excuse my French my nigga
Excuse my stench my nigga
Her ass offensive
Look so dense
Excuse my bitch my nigga
Excuse my French my nigga
Excuse my stench my nigga
Her ass offensive
Look so dense
Excuse my bitch my nigga
Excuse my French
Excuse my stench
Excuse my bitch
Excuse my Miss
Excuse my tone
Excuse my tone
Excuse my fit
Excuse my fit
Excuse my French
Excuse my stench
Excuse my bitch
Excuse my Miss
Excuse my tone
Excuse my tone
Excuse my fit
Excuse my fit
Yeah

I was like aye
Pull up
Niggaz be talking
Shut up
Before the pandemic hit
I was like Imma be lit this summer
Contact full of bad bitch numbers
Got a kick out of it like a drummer
She don’t work in the food industry
I’m the host
She a busser and a runner
Here go a towel for ya stomach
08 Cole finna come up
Been going dumb
Going dumber
If it’s real then put it on mamas
2020 for the mufuckin birds
Pulled up to her house drunk hit the curb
Left there hit hole in the wall
Excuse my Charles de Gaulle
Excuse my French my nigga
Excuse my stench my nigga
Her ass offensive
Look so dense
Excuse my bitch my nigga
Excuse my French my nigga
Excuse my stench my nigga
Her ass offensive
Look so dense
Excuse my bitch my nigga
Excuse yoself my nigga
School really failed us nigga
My bro sending packs
through the mail
The (bleep) concealing the smell
Real name
No gimmicks or nun
If she ain’t got no ass
Imma dub it
If I say imma do it
I’ve done it
Getting money it’s me and my cousin
I’m treating my bitches accordingly
Got a few but
Some of em mean more to me
When I got home
She rewarded me
When I got home
She rewarded me
I Remember Stacy the waitress
Only want fun and blue faces
Picking her brain
But she basic
So I fell back like The Matrix
I feel like
MJ in the making
I feel like
It can’t be debated
It burn em like
Salt in the wound
It burn like
The liquor no chaser
Excuse my French my nigga
Excuse my stench my nigga
Her ass offensive
Look so dense
Excuse my bitch my nigga
Excuse my French my nigga
Excuse my stench my nigga
Her ass offensive
Look so dense
Excuse my bitch my nigga
Excuse my French
Excuse my stench
Excuse my bitch
Excuse my Miss
Excuse my tone
Excuse my tone
Excuse my fit
Excuse my fit
Excuse my French
Excuse my stench
Excuse my bitch
Excuse my Miss
Excuse my tone
Excuse my tone
Excuse my fit
Excuse my fit
Yeah