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Trap Queen (Remix) - DJ ReMix Factory
Remy boyz yeaahhhh
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I'm like hey what's up hello
Seen yo pretty a** 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 remixing for low
She my trap queen let her hit the bando
We be counting up watch how far them bands go
We just set a goal talking matching 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
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
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 nothing because I got her everything
B**ch 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
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
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'm like hey what's up hello
Seen yo pretty a** 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 remixing for low
She my trap queen let her hit the bando
We be counting up watch how far them bands go
We just set a goal talking matching 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 d**e and you know backwoods what I roll
Remy boy fetty eating sh*t up that's fasho
Ill run in ya house then I'll f**k your ho
Cause remy boyz or nothing re re remy boyz or nothing
And I can ride with my baby
I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby yeeaahhh
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
And I can ride with my baby
I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby yeeaahhh