| I’m like «hey, what’s up, hello»
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| Seen yo pretty ass soon as you came in that 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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| Got 50, 60 grand, 500 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 letting bands go
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| Everybody hating, we just call them fans though
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| In love with the money, I ain’t never letting go
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| And I get high with my baby
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| I just left the mall, I’m gettin' fly with my baby, yeaaahhh
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| And I can ride with my baby
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| I be in the kitchen cookin' pies with my baby, yeeaahhh
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| And I can ride with my baby
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| I just left the mall, I’m gettin' fly with my baby, yeaaahhh
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| And I can ride with my baby
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| I be in the kitchen cookin' pies with my baby
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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 might just 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 Zoo Wap from the bando, without dinero can’t go
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| Remy boys got the stamp, though
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| Count up hella, them bands though
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| How far can your bands go?
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| Fetty Wap I’m living fifty thousand K how I stand though
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| If you checkin' for my pockets I’m like
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| I be smoking dope and you know Backwoods what I roll
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| Remy Boy, Fetty eating 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', Re-Re-Remy Boyz or nothin' |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Trap Queen , by - Fetty Wap. Song from the album Fetty Wap, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп