bad influence - alexander monét lyrics
(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 c*ck
zipline to the p*ssy, 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 f*ck 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 c*ck (what, what)
zipline to the p*ssy, 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 f*ck 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)
f*ck it i’m trynna get litty
f*ck it i’m trynna get trippy (bop)
this sh*t a trip (bink, bop)
she all on my hip (whoa)
just look at my fit
i’m too f*cked up
f*ck 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 p*ssy like mayday
get a bag like payday, huh
hit a b*tch first, no ray j
still f*cking with the kk though
h*lla cold a b*tch 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 b*tch conceited
she snorting lines
she like adidas
listened to yachty
so i one night her
i gave her d*ck
then i tell her i’m leaving
skrt
skrt
stupid b*tch playing tricks
with my mind, what is this?
got the choppa, with the grip
it don’t hurt, when it kick
that b*tch on mute but it blow like a flute
r.i.p nip real n*gga salute
bag gimme the loot
(hold it)
b*tch 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 b*tch
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
n*ggas 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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