Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Trap Queen , by - Fitspo. Song from the album 2016 Workout Mix: New Years Resolution, in the genre ПопRelease date: 21.01.2016
Record label: iDownload
Song language: English
Trap Queen |
| RGF productions |
| Remy Boyz, yah-ah |
| 1738, ayy |
| I’m like «Hey, what’s up? |
| Hello» (Ayy) |
| Seen yo pretty ass 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 hundred grams though |
| Man, I swear I love her, how she work the damn pole |
| Hit the strip club, we be lettin' bands go |
| Everybody hatin', we just call them fans, though |
| In love with the money, I ain’t never lettin' go |
| And I get high with my baby (My baby) |
| I just left the mall, I’m gettin' fly with my baby, yeah |
| And I can ride with my baby (My baby) |
| I be in the kitchen cookin' pies with my baby, yeah |
| And I can ride with my baby (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» |
| 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 just might snatch her a necklace, drop a couple on a ring |
| She ain’t wantin' for nothin' because I got her everything |
| It’s big ZooWap from the bando |
| Remind me where I can’t go |
| Remy Boyz got the stamp though |
| Count up hella them bands though |
| Boy how far can your bands go? |
| Fetty Wap, I’m livin' 50 thousand K how I stand though |
| If you checkin' for my pockets I’m like… |
| And I get high with my baby (My baby) |
| I just left the mall, I’m gettin' fly with my baby, yeah |
| And I can ride with my baby (My baby) |
| I be in the kitchen cookin' pies with my baby, yeah |
| And I can ride with my baby (My baby) |
| I just left the mall, I’m gettin' fly with my baby, yeah |
| And I can ride with my baby (My baby) |
| I be in the kitchen cookin' pies |
| I’m like, «Hey, what’s up? |
| Hello» |
| Seen yo pretty ass 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 hundred grams though |
| Man, I swear I love her how she work the damn pole |
| Hit the strip club, we be lettin' bands go |
| Everybody hatin', we just call them fans though |
| In love with the money, I ain’t never lettin' go |
| I be smokin' dope and you know Backwoods what I roll |
| Remy Boyz, Fetty eatin' shit up, that’s fasho |
| I’ll run in ya house, then I’ll fuck your ho |
| 'Cause Remy Boyz or nothin' |
| Re-Re-Remy Boyz or nothin', yeah |
| 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 |
| Put up or shut up, huh? |
| Nitt Da Gritt, RGF Productions |
| Squad |