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Trap Queen (Remix)
Fetty Wap) I'm like 'hey, hassup, hello! Seen yo pretty ass soon as ya came in that door I just want to chill, got a sack fo' us to roll Married to the money, introduced 'er to my stove Showed 'er how to whip it, now she remixin' fo' low She my trap queen, let 'er hit the bando We be countin' up, watch how far them bands go We just set a goal, talkin' matchin' Lambos Got 50, 60 grand, 5 hunnid grams tho Man, I swear I love 'er how she work the damn pole Hit the strip club, we be letting bands go Everybody hating, we just call them fans tho In love wit the money, I ain't never letting go
And I get high wit my baby, I just left the mall I'm gettin' fly wit my baby, yeaah And I can ride wit my baby I be in the kitchen cooking pies wit my baby, yeaah
Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com (2: Quavo) I'm like 'hey, what's up, hello' I met ya in the kitchen whippin' me a bando And I'mma need ya to cook a baby And when ya cook that baby, I'mma buy ya a Mercedes Look at the thighs on 'er, oh, I want to ride on 'er And we in a Coupe goin' crazy Go to Venezuela, that's a get away vacation She the trap queen, she cook it chaaa I'm the trap king, I bring the cash (money) Ya a pussy, so I took yo bag If ya get $ wit yo baby say yeaah
And I get high wit my baby, I just left the mall I'm gettin' fly wit my baby, yeaah And I can ride wit my baby I be in the kitchen cooking pies wit my baby, yeaah
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