Fetty Warp Trap Queen Lyrics
Fetty Warp by Trap Queen
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- Remy Boyz, yeah
- 1738
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- [Verse 1:]
- I'm like, "Hey, what's up? Hello."
- Seen your pretty ass 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, talkin' matchin' Lambos
- Got 50, 60 grand, five 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
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- [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
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- (I'm like, "Hey, what's up? Hello.")
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- [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
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- [Hook]
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- [Verse 1]
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- 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
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- [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
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