French Montana
French Montana - White Dress lyrics
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Hey Kar Montana They forgot who's battlin'? Twenty bands Made millions over a decade I pray we live For a thousand years And if I hurt you Baby drink Cîroc for your tears 'Cause you control my vices I just wanna f**k you on your nice shit Driveway lookin' like midlife crisis You control my vices We was up grindin' on the night shift I'll bet, gave my dog suicidal crisis Priceless, I just wanna f**k you in your white dress All day, oh I bet she like it Talk to me nicely, oww Talk to me nicely, oww I got you Closet lookin' like Milan Fashion Week, I got you Money jumpin' like Lebron, Dominique, I got you Better do or die A hundred with the guy Pull up with the 'gar Rake with the stars Talkin' me so reckless Diamonds on my necklace Chest playin' checkers The Avion breakfast Dimes clean, dirty wind up See the future like I'm Rocco And I fall for like champo f**kin' all these foreign chicks Put some hoes in foreign You thought she was yours She smell like Michael Cors Shoes f**kin' up my floors Who that nigga? I'm the definition Wearin' penny loafers, we ain't penny pinchin' Got the baddest bitches baggin' in the kitchen Got that Bobby Brown, we that new edition These rappers ain't Nas Just look at their commas I skid on the diamonds I smoke with the farmers Buy my shoes small, goin' toe to toe I burn my bridges I'ma call the boat Willie be new with the auto boat Ballin' like I'm Earl Manigault They countin' to the south The bag is a mountain I f**ked my accountant That pussy's a fountain A pledge of allegiance You better believe it I boarded a flight Trump f**ked up a Visa Bitch I'm no regular, bitch I'm no second Know the one, I'm the one that's ahead of ya If you talkin' the hoes bitch I'm affiliate Ciroc boy shoot through a million 'Cause you control my vices I just wanna f**k you on your nice shit Driveway lookin' like midlife crisis You control my vices We was up grindin' on the night shift I'll bet, gave my dog suicidal crisis Priceless, I just wanna f**k you in your white dress All day, Oh I bet she like it Talk to me nicely, oww Talk to me nicely, oww 'Cause you control my vices I just wanna f**k you on your nice shit Driveway lookin' like midlife crisis You control my vices We was up grindin' on the night shift I'll bet, gave my dog suicidal crisis Priceless, I just want to f**k you in your white dress All day, Oh I bet she like it Talk to me nicely, oww Talk to me nicely, oww