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
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