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Bad Influence (Intro) Video (MV)




Performed By: Montrezz
Length: 2:30
Written by: Darron Roberts




Montrezz - Bad Influence (Intro) Lyrics
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This shit right here finna go dumb
Huh
They say my flow stupid
Rashodd a mother f*ckin fool on that piano boy
Nigga I'm dope, without the scale
Running this shit you would thought i was mayor
I got some shooters no basketball players
Ain't with the funny shit like hDave Chappell
They said i switched lanes
And switched some gears
My shit be on point like a pair of ears pierced
These shots just like magic yo shit disappear
I been the game for a couple years
I cannot complain i been doing my thang ain't no cap i don't talk a lot
I been ducked off and getting paper, no time for distraction I'm stacking a large amount
Making sure that my young niggas eating, we starving and reaching for money that's all Around
Pray to god that we get to top, get convertible drops when we leave out the parking lot
We don't need security know we clutching
You know I'm on point no mf discussion
Every nigga round me tryna get to the money
And we talk how we live ain't no mf blushing
I ain't never been Bitch ass nigga no sir
Oh that's mans garenteee we lurk
Knock his shit off he gone be up In herse
He don't need no doctor or no dam nurse
F*ck niggga you say smoke
Oh okay, well let's get this shit popping
Stop the beat let the gang strike a pose
Let you know you can't f*ck with my possy
Aye hold up sssssh you hear that?
They say that Montrezzy be booming
Why this young nigga acting so reckless?
Let you know that I'm bout to go stupid
(Stupid Bitch)
Came from the trenches
Man of a menace
Nothing personal this shit it's just business
Being scared you timid
If you with it get busy
Got the tool no drilling
Pray to the lord i i know i been sinning
If we all got connects we on
Better pipe down relax you tone
Ain't no problem we'll stretch yo dome
Speaking facts niggas rats they soft
Stomach hungry for racks some more
F*ck around and get jack no frost
No regrets on my past it's lost
Gotta go get sack i was taught
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This shit right here finna go dumb
Huh
They say my flow stupid
Rashodd a mother f*ckin fool on that piano boy
Nigga I'm dope, without the scale
Running this shit you would thought i was mayor
I got some shooters no basketball players
Ain't with the funny shit like hDave Chappell
They said i switched lanes
And switched some gears
My shit be on point like a pair of ears pierced
These shots just like magic yo shit disappear
I been the game for a couple years
I cannot complain i been doing my thang ain't no cap i don't talk a lot
I been ducked off and getting paper, no time for distraction I'm stacking a large amount
Making sure that my young niggas eating, we starving and reaching for money that's all Around
Pray to god that we get to top, get convertible drops when we leave out the parking lot
We don't need security know we clutching
You know I'm on point no mf discussion
Every nigga round me tryna get to the money
And we talk how we live ain't no mf blushing
I ain't never been Bitch ass nigga no sir
Oh that's mans garenteee we lurk
Knock his shit off he gone be up In herse
He don't need no doctor or no dam nurse
F*ck niggga you say smoke
Oh okay, well let's get this shit popping
Stop the beat let the gang strike a pose
Let you know you can't f*ck with my possy
Aye hold up sssssh you hear that?
They say that Montrezzy be booming
Why this young nigga acting so reckless?
Let you know that I'm bout to go stupid
(Stupid Bitch)
Came from the trenches
Man of a menace
Nothing personal this shit it's just business
Being scared you timid
If you with it get busy
Got the tool no drilling
Pray to the lord i i know i been sinning
If we all got connects we on
Better pipe down relax you tone
Ain't no problem we'll stretch yo dome
Speaking facts niggas rats they soft
Stomach hungry for racks some more
F*ck around and get jack no frost
No regrets on my past it's lost
Gotta go get sack i was taught
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Writer: Darron Roberts
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