| RGF productions
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| Remy Boyz, yah-ah
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| 1738, ayy
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| I’m like «Hey, what’s up? |
| Hello» (Ayy)
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| Seen yo pretty ass soon as you came in the door
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| I just wanna chill, got a sack for us to roll
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| Married to the money, introduced her to my stove
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| Showed her how to whip it, now she remixin' for low
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| She my trap queen, let her hit the bando
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| We be countin' up, watch how far them bands go
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| We just set a goal, talkin' matchin' Lambos
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| At 56 a gram, 5 a hundred grams though
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| Man, I swear I love her, how she work the damn pole
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| Hit the strip club, we be lettin' bands go
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| Everybody hatin', we just call them fans, though
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| In love with the money, I ain’t never lettin' go
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| And I get high with my baby (My baby)
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| I just left the mall, I’m gettin' fly with my baby, yeah
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| And I can ride with my baby (My baby)
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| I be in the kitchen cookin' pies with my baby, yeah
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| And I can ride with my baby (My baby)
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| I just left the mall, I’m gettin' fly with my baby, yeah
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| And I can ride with my baby
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| I be in the kitchen cookin' pies
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| I’m like, «Hey, what’s up? |
| Hello»
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| I hit the strip with my trap queen, 'cause all we know is bands
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| I just might snatch up a 'Rari and buy my boo a Lamb'
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| I just might snatch her a necklace, drop a couple on a ring
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| She ain’t wantin' for nothin' because I got her everything
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| It’s big ZooWap from the bando
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| Remind me where I can’t go
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| Remy Boyz got the stamp though
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| Count up hella them bands though
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| Boy how far can your bands go?
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| Fetty Wap, I’m livin' 50 thousand K how I stand though
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| If you checkin' for my pockets I’m like…
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| And I get high with my baby (My baby)
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| I just left the mall, I’m gettin' fly with my baby, yeah
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| And I can ride with my baby (My baby)
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| I be in the kitchen cookin' pies with my baby, yeah
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| And I can ride with my baby (My baby)
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| I just left the mall, I’m gettin' fly with my baby, yeah
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| And I can ride with my baby (My baby)
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| I be in the kitchen cookin' pies
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| I’m like, «Hey, what’s up? |
| Hello»
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| Seen yo pretty ass soon as you came in the door
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| I just wanna chill, got a sack for us to roll
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| Married to the money, introduced her to my stove
|
| Showed her how to whip it, now she remixin' for low
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| She my trap queen, let her hit the bando
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| We be countin' up, watch how far them bands go
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| We just set a goal, talkin' matchin' Lambos
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| At 56 a gram, 5 a hundred grams though
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| Man, I swear I love her how she work the damn pole
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| Hit the strip club, we be lettin' bands go
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| Everybody hatin', we just call them fans though
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| In love with the money, I ain’t never lettin' go
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| I be smokin' dope and you know Backwoods what I roll
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| Remy Boyz, Fetty eatin' shit up, that’s fasho
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| I’ll run in ya house, then I’ll fuck your ho
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| 'Cause Remy Boyz or nothin'
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| Re-Re-Remy Boyz or nothin', yeah
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| Yeah, you hear my boy
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| Soundin' like a zillion bucks on the track
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| I got whatever on my boy, whatever
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| Put your money where your mouth is
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| Money on the wood make the game go good
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| Money out of sight cause fights
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| Put up or shut up, huh?
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| Nitt Da Gritt, RGF Productions
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| Squad |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Trap Queen , by - Fandom Video Gamers. Song from the album Forza Motorsport! a Soundtrack Inspired by Video Game Series, in the genre Танцевальная музыка