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                                                            Lirik Fetty Wap -Trap Queen lyrics

                                                            Lirik Fetty Wap -Trap Queen lyrics

                                                            FETTY WAP LYRICS

                                                            Trap Queen



                                                            Remy Boyz, yeaahhhh
                                                            1738

                                                            I'm like "hey, what's up, hello"
                                                            Seen yo pretty ass soon as you came in that door
                                                            I just wanna chill, got a sack for us to roll
                                                            Married to the money, introduced her to my stove
                                                            Showed her how to whip it, now she remixin' for low
                                                            She my trap queen, let her hit the bando
                                                            We be countin' up, watch how far them bands go
                                                            We just set a goal, talkin' matchin' Lambos
                                                            Got 50, 60 grand, 5 100 grams though
                                                            Man, I swear I love her how she work the damn pole
                                                            Hit the strip club, we be letting bands go
                                                            Everybody hating, we just call them fans though
                                                            In love with the money, I ain't never letting go

                                                            [Hook x2:]
                                                            And I get high with my baby
                                                            I just left the mall, I'm getting fly with my baby, yeaaahhh
                                                            And I can ride with my baby
                                                            I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby, yeeaahhh

                                                            I hit the strip with my trap queen cause all we know is bands
                                                            I just might snatch up a 'Rari and buy my boo a 'Lamb
                                                            I might just snatch her necklace, drop a couple on a ring
                                                            She ain't want it for nothin' because I got her everything
                                                            Bitch you up in the bando, without deniro can't go
                                                            Remi boys got extendo, count up hella bands tho
                                                            How far can your Benz go?
                                                            Fetty Wap I'm living fifty thousand K how I stand tho
                                                            If you checking out my pockets hol' up

                                                            [Hook x2]

                                                            I'm like "hey, what's up, hello"
                                                            Seen yo pretty ass soon as you came in that door
                                                            I just wanna chill, got a sack for us to roll
                                                            Married to the money, introduced her to my stove
                                                            Showed her how to whip it, now she remixin' for low
                                                            She my trap queen, let her hit the bando
                                                            We be countin' up, watch how far them bands go
                                                            We just set a goal, talkin' matchin' Lambos
                                                            Got 50, 60 grand, 5 100 grams though
                                                            Man, I swear I love her how she work the damn pole
                                                            Hit the strip club, we be letting bands go
                                                            Everybody hating, we just call them fans though
                                                            In love with the money, I ain't never letting go

                                                            I be smoking dope and you know Backwoods what I roll
                                                            Remy Boy, Fetty eating shit up that's fasho
                                                            I'll run in ya house, then I'll f**k your ho
                                                            Cause Remy Boyz are nuttin', Re-Re-Remy Boyz are nuttin'

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