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Trap Queen (Clean Radio Edit)

In the style of

Fetty Wap

Lyrics

seventeen
thirty eight ay
i'm like hey
what's up hello
seen your pretty
a## 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 fifty sixty 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

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

alright
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 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 though

count
up hella them bands
though boy
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

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

i'm like hey
what's up hello
seen your pretty
a## 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 fifty sixty 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

i be smoking d###
and you
know backwood's
what i roll

remy boy fetty eating
s### up that's fasho
i'll run in ya house then
i'll f### your hoe

'cause remy boyz
or nothing
re-re-remy boyz
or nothing

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
squad

Details

Duration : 3:40
Key : Am
Genre : R&B/Hip-Hop
Year released : 2014
Language : English

Trap Queen (Clean Radio Edit)

Fetty Wap

Lyrics

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