Trap Queen (Cover)

Trap Queen (Explicit) - Tough Rhymes

Written by：W. Maxwell/T. Fadd

RGF productions

Remy boyz yeaahhhh

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I'm like hey what's up hello

Seen yo 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

At 56 a gram 5 a 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 lettin' go

And I get high with my baby

I just left the mall I'm gettin' fly with my baby yeah

And I can ride with my baby

I be in the kitchen cookin' pies with my baby yeah

And I can ride with my baby

I just left the mall I'm gettin' fly with my baby yeah

And I can ride with my baby

I be in the kitchen cookin' pies

I'm like hey

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 a necklace drop a couple on a ring

She ain't wantin' for nothin' because I got her everything

It's big zoowap from the bando remind me where I can't go

Remy boyz got the stamp though

Count up hella them bands though

Boy how far can your bands go

Fetty wap I'm livin' fifty thousand

K how I stand though if you checkin' for my pockets I'm like

And I get high with my baby

I just left the mall I'm gettin' fly with my baby yeah

And I can ride with my baby

I be in the kitchen cookin' pies with my baby yeah

And I can ride with my baby

I just left the mall I'm gettin' fly with my baby yeah

And I can ride with my baby

I be in the kitchen cookin' pies

I'm like hey what's up hello

Seen yo 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

At 56 a gram 5 a 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 lettin' go

I be smokin' d**e and you know backwoods what I roll

Remy boyz fetty eating sh*t up that's fasho

I'll run in ya house then I'll f**k your ho

Cause Remy boyz or nothin' Remy Remy Remy boyz or nothin'

Yeah you hear my boy

Soundin' like a zillion bucks on the 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 out of sight cause fights

Put up or shut up huh

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