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BLACK MONTANA (feat. Fresco Trey) Video (MV)




Performed By: Meleke
Language: English
Length: 3:26
Written by: Meleke Bell, Trey Davis




Meleke - BLACK MONTANA (feat. Fresco Trey) Lyrics
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Realest nigga till I die, I never really playing games about mine
I could always brush you off, I said I own a two seat as my ride
And I know, if I hold you down baby girl, would you say I know
If I hold you down baby girl, go ahead and say
Black Montana, (Black Montana)
Press the matter, (Press the matter)
Like my T-shirt, (Like my T-shirt)
No bandana, (No Bandana)
I know that you don't love me, but you're my answer
You're just like my teacher, my exotic dancer
Realest nigga till I die, I never really said shit about you
But, I could always f*ck you over
Think I give a damn shit about you
And, you will never be in love again, in the same way that I do
And, I can never put my trust again into a damn bitch just like you
Cause, the Dolce & Gabbana and luxury is Louis
If I set you up, better get out and boogie
If you want the smoke, I could put on my hoodie
But nobody would tell me if you was a joke cause
I've been in my feelings, since you've been out of line
And, can't beat this feeling, that you've been wasting time
Oh no, yeah
You're wasting time oh no, yeah
Everybody all around me is getting out of line I know
But, you just hit my line again talking about you wanna try
And, I just hit decline again, talking about you wanna slide
Cause I'm, standing on business
If you never mention the times you was down, when you was back in them trenches
Where, I held you down, when nobody would listen
Cause, you were alone, with you're back to the wall
I know, that it ain't your seen
But, I ain't never tripping, bout no ex
Who ain't even damn close to my league
So, go say
Black Montana, (Black Montana)
Press the matter, (Press the matter)
Like my T-shirt, (Like my T-shirt)
No bandana, (No Bandana)
I know that you don't love me, but you're my answer
You're just like my teacher, my exotic dancer
So, go say
Black Montana, (Black Montana)
Press the matter, (Press the matter)
Like my T-shirt, (Like my T-shirt)
No bandana, (No Bandana)
I know that you don't love me, but you're my answer
You're just like my teacher, my exotic dancer
I know you heard about us, we come from the city, post up on the block, yeah
I know you all about lust, you would f*ck with kid if spending that guap, yeah
Thirty degrees, I'm in Dallas, Texas, it's just me and my thoughts, yeah
Think about how I was chasing you, girl, while you running off of my heart, damn
You know you played your part, it's just me and my dawgs, no, we don't bark, but we got scars
Exotic like my car, shoo, oh my
Did you forget about who he was and what we are
Blackjack coming to get you
20 deep when we slide out
Your friends can pull up with you, use the penthouse for the hideout
I smoke, my pockets got bigger, figures, split them with your girlfriend
You ain't been out the state, okay
I'll take you around the world then
Black Montana, (Black Montana)
Press the matter, (Press the matter)
Like my T-shirt, (Like my T-shirt)
No bandana, (No Bandana)
I know that you don't love me, but you're my answer
You're just like my teacher, my exotic dancer
So, go say
Black Montana, (Black Montana)
Press the matter, (Press the matter)
Like my T-shirt, (Like my T-shirt)
No bandana, (No Bandana)
I know that you don't love me, but you're my answer
You're just like my teacher, my exotic dancer
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English

Realest nigga till I die, I never really playing games about mine
I could always brush you off, I said I own a two seat as my ride
And I know, if I hold you down baby girl, would you say I know
If I hold you down baby girl, go ahead and say
Black Montana, (Black Montana)
Press the matter, (Press the matter)
Like my T-shirt, (Like my T-shirt)
No bandana, (No Bandana)
I know that you don't love me, but you're my answer
You're just like my teacher, my exotic dancer
Realest nigga till I die, I never really said shit about you
But, I could always f*ck you over
Think I give a damn shit about you
And, you will never be in love again, in the same way that I do
And, I can never put my trust again into a damn bitch just like you
Cause, the Dolce & Gabbana and luxury is Louis
If I set you up, better get out and boogie
If you want the smoke, I could put on my hoodie
But nobody would tell me if you was a joke cause
I've been in my feelings, since you've been out of line
And, can't beat this feeling, that you've been wasting time
Oh no, yeah
You're wasting time oh no, yeah
Everybody all around me is getting out of line I know
But, you just hit my line again talking about you wanna try
And, I just hit decline again, talking about you wanna slide
Cause I'm, standing on business
If you never mention the times you was down, when you was back in them trenches
Where, I held you down, when nobody would listen
Cause, you were alone, with you're back to the wall
I know, that it ain't your seen
But, I ain't never tripping, bout no ex
Who ain't even damn close to my league
So, go say
Black Montana, (Black Montana)
Press the matter, (Press the matter)
Like my T-shirt, (Like my T-shirt)
No bandana, (No Bandana)
I know that you don't love me, but you're my answer
You're just like my teacher, my exotic dancer
So, go say
Black Montana, (Black Montana)
Press the matter, (Press the matter)
Like my T-shirt, (Like my T-shirt)
No bandana, (No Bandana)
I know that you don't love me, but you're my answer
You're just like my teacher, my exotic dancer
I know you heard about us, we come from the city, post up on the block, yeah
I know you all about lust, you would f*ck with kid if spending that guap, yeah
Thirty degrees, I'm in Dallas, Texas, it's just me and my thoughts, yeah
Think about how I was chasing you, girl, while you running off of my heart, damn
You know you played your part, it's just me and my dawgs, no, we don't bark, but we got scars
Exotic like my car, shoo, oh my
Did you forget about who he was and what we are
Blackjack coming to get you
20 deep when we slide out
Your friends can pull up with you, use the penthouse for the hideout
I smoke, my pockets got bigger, figures, split them with your girlfriend
You ain't been out the state, okay
I'll take you around the world then
Black Montana, (Black Montana)
Press the matter, (Press the matter)
Like my T-shirt, (Like my T-shirt)
No bandana, (No Bandana)
I know that you don't love me, but you're my answer
You're just like my teacher, my exotic dancer
So, go say
Black Montana, (Black Montana)
Press the matter, (Press the matter)
Like my T-shirt, (Like my T-shirt)
No bandana, (No Bandana)
I know that you don't love me, but you're my answer
You're just like my teacher, my exotic dancer
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Writer: Meleke Bell, Trey Davis
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