Sunday School Lyrics – French Montana, Max B

Read the full Sunday School lyrics by French Montana and Max B from the album Coke Wave 3.5: Narcos along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy French Montana’s music, you can also explore Tease Me and Minks In Miami, two other songs by French Montana.

[Chorus: Max B]
I still remember when we first met (First met)
You looked so s*xy in your red dress (Red dress)
I loved the smell of your sweet perfume (Perfume)
Back in Sunday school (Sunday school)
I promise to always treat you right (You right)
You’ll always have anything you like
Don’t know how we fell in love so soon (So soon)
It was Sunday school (Sunday school)

[Verse 1: Max B]
Yeah, class clown, never would learn nothing

Skated at lunch time, I wanted to burn something
Ducking the true scenes, plotted all through the night
Detectives would cut slacks, watch for the blue and whites
Played a few phone calls, dated a few pornstars
They pussies is overrated, n!ggas is overpaid
Seen on 7th Ave, ten to the seventeen
Beautiful brown skin, figure what heaven mean
Slipped through my fingers once, never again
I spotted baby a year later when she was with friends
We started dating but couldn’t get it, she made a n!gga wait
That made me just want it more, post up at corner stores
She finally gave in, took it slow
Baby was sweet as a caramel from head to her toes
Now I knew why she made me wait, s*it was worth it
She let me go in the green light, the putty was working (Ow, here we go)

[Chorus: Max B & French Montana]
I still remember when we first met (First met)
You looked so s*xy in your red dress (Red dress)
I loved the smell of your sweet perfume (Perfume)
Back in Sunday school (Sunday school)
I promise to always treat you right (You right)
You’ll always have anything you like
Don’t know how we fell in love so soon (So soon)
It was Sunday school (Haan)

[Verse 2: French Montana]
Shawty so bad, make you get rid of your roster
Taking just the Casablanca, then we right back to the casa
I’m with boss Dom Pérignon, he used to sip the grand cru
Kukoč with the left shot, Alimoe with the handle
This that B.I.G. “Hypnotize,” this that AZ and Nas
Sunday School, fantasize, yeah, Serena Williams thighs
Me and shawty high rolling, play Future, live for the moment
Gotta stay away from them phonies, chasing trillions while they trolling
I ain’t do it the hot-iron way, shawty was my homi
otta get ’em for what they owe me ’cause I remember what they told m
ot a crib in every coast, maids in it
Keep alive first how she stay winning
Road to riches, fast car with no brakes in it
Ass fat, waist slimmer, send a jet, late for dinner
New York for the summer, Yams for the winter

[Chorus: Max B]
It was Sunday school
I still remember when we first met (First met)
You looked so s*xy in your red dress (Red dress)
I loved the smell of your sweet perfume (Perfume)
Back in Sunday school (Sunday school)
I promise to always treat you right (You right)
You’ll always have anything you like
Don’t know how we fell in love so soon (So soon)
It was Sunday school