Alexander Mont Bad Influence Lyrics


Bad Influence by Alexander Monét

(Bih)
(Bih)
(Bih)
(Jeyonblessthebeat)

I got no gucci my sock (What)
She still pull up on my block (What)
She still gon suck on my cock
Zipline to the pussy, Pathfinder huh
I jus be making them hits (What, what)
That why she wanna get hit (What, what)
That why she wanna get hit (Bih)
Imma fuck her and her friend (Ay, ay)

I got no gucci my sock
She still pull up on my block (What)
She still gon suck on my cock (What, what)
Zipline to the pussy, Pathfinder huh (What, what)
I jus be making them hits
(Making them hits)
That why she wanna get hit
(Wanna get hit)
That why she wanna get hit
(Wanna get hit)
Imma fuck her and her friend (Ay)

Imma go hop out the benz
Break ties, I don't pay ends (Uh)
Smoke weed, I make sins (Uh)
Fuck it I'm trynna get litty
Fuck it I'm trynna get trippy (Bop)
This shit a trip (Bink, bop)
She all on my hip (Whoa)
Just look at my fit
I'm too fucked up
Fuck it I might take a lyft
(For fun)
I drink and smoke, you hate it, (I won) I love to mix

Look, dive in the pussy like mayday
Get a bag like payday, huh
Hit a bitch first, no Ray J
Still fucking with the kk though
Hella cold a bitch freezing
In the coupe and i'm speeding
Road dome on the freeway
Her head fire, no pk
(Pk fire)
Tote for no reason
Aye aye
Slide and I bleed'm
Aye aye
Shawty she eatin
Aye aye
Bon Appétit me
Aye aye
Your bitch conceited
She snorting lines
She like Adidas
Listened to Yachty
So I One Night her
I gave her dick
Then I tell her i'm leaving

Skrt
Skrt
Stupid Bitch playing tricks
With my mind, What is this?
Got the choppa, With the grip
It don't hurt, When it kick
That bitch on mute but it blow like a flute
R.I.P nip real nigga salute
Bag gimme the loot
(Hold it)
Bitch gimme the loot
(Hold it)
Bag gimme the loot
(Hold it)
Bag gimme the loot
(Hold it)
Bag gimme the loot
Blow like a flute
My life a loop
Play hoola hoop
Run wit yo bitch
She apart of the loot
Nothin' on my wrist
But she love me like disney
Crafty barnardo just beef with his kindey, Yeah
X smoke big dope, he got plenty, Yeah
Kemo just stacking his fetia
Pm, just need all his pennies, Yeah
I need my gaup and my pesos
Niggas want beef then we chopping tomatoes
Lettuce included with mustard and mayo
Shout out to kyle, He callin diego
Oh wait, I think his name may be pedro
Pedro gon give you a halo

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