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      Trap Queen

      Trap Queen

      Fetty Wap

      Album: Fetty Wap

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      Fetty Wap - Trap Queen Música y Letra

      RGF production
      Remy Boyz, yeah
      1738
      
      [Verse 1:]
      I'm like, "Hey, what's up? Hello."
      Seen your 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
      A 50, 60 grand, prob' a hundred 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 ever letting go
      
      [Hook:]
      And I get high with my baby
      I just left the mall, I'm getting fly with my baby, yeah
      And I can ride with my baby
      I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby, yeah
      And I can ride with my baby
      I just left the mall, I'm getting fly with my baby, yeah
      And I can ride with my baby
      I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby
      
      (I'm like, "Hey, what's up? Hello.")
      
      [Verse 2:]
      I hit the strip with my trap queen 'cause all we know is bands
      I just might snatch a 'Rari and buy my boo a Lamb'
      I just might snatch her a necklace, drop a couple on a ring
      She ain't wanting for nothin' because I got her everything
      It's big Zoo Wap from the bando, without dinero can't go
      Remy boys got the stamp, count up hella them bands though
      How far can your bands go?
      Fetty Wap I'm living fifty thousand K how I stand though
      If you checking for my pockets I'm like
      
      [Hook]
      
      [Verse 1]
      
      I be smoking dope and you know Backwoods what I roll
      Remy Boy, Fetty eating shit up that's fasho
      I'll run in ya house, then I'll fuck your hoe
      'Cause Remy Boyz or nothing, Re-Re-Remy Boyz or nothing
      
      [Outro:]
      Yeah, you hear my boy
      Sounding like a zillion bucks on a 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 outta sight cause fights
      Put up or shut up
      Uh, Nittdagrit
      RGF productions
      S-quad

      Fetty Wap - Trap Queen Música y Letra

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