Trap Queen (WMTV 148 bpm Remix)-D'Mixmasters
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TXT Trap Queen (WMTV 148 bpm Remix)-D'Mixmasters 文本歌词
Trap Queen (WMTV 148 bpm Remix) - D'Mixmasters
Written by：DEAN/FRENETTE/RENO
I'm like hey was sup hello
Seen you pretty a** soon as you came in that 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 talking matchin' lambos
Got 50 60 grand 5 100 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 never letting go
And I'm getting fly with my baby baby
I just left the mall I'm getting fly with my baby
And I can ride with my baby baby
I be in the kitchen cookin' pies with my baby yeeaahhh
And I can ride with my baby
I just left the mall I'm getting fly with my baby yeaaahhh
And I can ride with my baby
I be in the kitchen cookin' pies with my baby
Hey was sup 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 might just snatch her necklace drop a couple on a ring
She ain't want it for nothing because I got her everything
B**ch you up in the bando without deniro can't go
Remi boys got extends count up hella bands tho
How far can your benz go
Fetty wap I'm living fifty thousand k how I stand tho
If you checking out my pockets hol' up
And I'm getting fly with my baby
I just left the mall I'm getting fly with my baby yeaaahhh
And I can ride with my baby baby
I be in the kitchen cookin' pies with my baby yeeaahhh
And I can ride with my baby baby
I just left the mall I'm getting fly with my baby yeaaahhh
And I can ride with my baby baby
I be in the kitchen cookin' pies I'm like hey was sup hello
Seen you pretty a** soon as you came in that 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 bands
We be countin' up watch how far them bands go
We just set a goal talking matchin' lamb's
Got 50 60 grand 5 100 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 never letting go
You be smoking d**e and you know backwoods what I roll
Remy boy fatty eating sh*t up that's fashion
I'll run in your house then I'll f**k your ho
Cause remy boys or nothing re re remy boys or nothing