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Trap Queen - Fetty Wap
Remy Boyz yeaahhhh
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I'm like hey what's up hello
Seen yo pretty *** soon as you came in the 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
At 56 a gram 5 a 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 lettin' go
And I get high with my baby
I just left the mall I'm gettin' fly with my baby yeah
And I can ride with my baby
I be in the kitchen cookin' pies with my baby yeah
And I can ride with my baby
I just left the mall I'm gettin' fly with my baby yeah
And I can ride with my baby
I be in the kitchen cookin' pies
I'm like hey what's up hello
Seen yo pretty *** soon as you came in the 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
At 56 a gram 5 a 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 lettin' go
I be smokin' d*pe and you know Backwoods what I roll
Remy Boyz Fetty eating **** up that's fasho
I'll run in ya house then I'll f**k your ho
Cause Remy Boyz or nothin' Re-Re-Remy Boyz or nothin'
And I get high with my baby
I just left the mall I'm gettin' fly with my baby yeah
And I can ride with my baby
I be in the kitchen cookin' pies with my baby yeah
And I can ride with my baby
I just left the mall I'm gettin' fly with my baby yeah
And I can ride with my baby
I be in the kitchen cookin' pies
I'm like hey what's up hello
Seen yo pretty *** soon as you came in the 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
At 56 a gram 5 a 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 lettin' go
I be smokin' d*pe and you know Backwoods what I roll
Remy Boyz Fetty eating **** up that's fasho
I'll run in ya house then I'll f**k your ho
Cause Remy Boyz or nothin' Re-Re-Remy Boyz or nothin'
Yeah you hear my boy
Soundin' like a zillion bucks on the track
I got whatever on my boy whatever
Put your money where your mouth is
Money on the wood make the game go good
Money out of sight cause fights
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