French Montana - White Dress lyrics

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French Montana - White Dress lyrics

Hey [?] Montana They forgot who's battlin'? Twenty bands [?] [Bridge] I pray we live For a thousand years And if I hurt you Baby drink Cîroc for your tears [Chorus] 'Cause you control my vices I just want to f** you on your nice [?] 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** you in your white dress I'll bet she like it Talk to me nicely, oww Talk to me nicely, oww [Verse] 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 [?] Wrath with the styles Talkin' me so reckless Diamonds on my necklace Chest playin' checkers The Avion breakfast Dimes clean dirty [?] See the future like I'm Rocco And I fall feel like [?] f**in' all these foreign chicks Put some hoes in foreign You thought she was yours She smell like Michael Cors Shoes f**in' up my floors Who that n***a? I'm the definition Wearin' penny loafers, we ain't penny pinchin' Got the baddest b**hes baggin' in the kitchen Got that Bobby Brown, we that new edition These rappers ain't Nas Just look at their commas I [?] 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 [?] with the audible Ballin' like I'm Earl Manigault They countin' to the south The bag is a mountain I f**ed my accountant That p**y's a fountain I pledge of allegiance You better believe it I boarded a flight Trump f**ed up a Visa b**h I'm no regular, b**h I'm no second Know the one, I'm the one that's ahead of ya If you talk mills, b**h I'm affiliate Ciroc boy [?] a million [Chorus] 'Cause you control my vices I just want to f** you on your nice [?] 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** you in your white dress I'll bet she like it Talk to me nicely, oww Talk to me nicely, oww 'Cause you control my vices I just want to f** you on your nice [?] 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** you in your white dress I'll bet she like it Talk to me nicely, oww Talk to me nicely, oww