ฟังเพลงTrap Queen (Running Mix 148 BPM)

Trap Queen (Running Mix 148 BPM) - Workout Remix Factory

Remy boyz yeaahhhh

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I'm like hey what's up hello

Seen yo 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 talkin' 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 get high with my baby

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

And I can ride with my baby

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

And I get high with my baby

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

And I can ride with my baby

I be in the kitchen cookin' pies I'm hit

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 nothin' because I got her everything

B**ch you up in the bando without deniro can't go

Remi boys got extendo 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 for my pockets hol' up

And I get high with my baby

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

And I can ride with my baby

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

And I get high with my baby

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

And I can ride with my baby

I be in the kitchen cookin' pies I'm hit all we know

Seen yo 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 talkin' 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

I be smoking d**e and you know backwoods what I roll

Remy boy 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' re re remy boyz or nothin'

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 be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby yeah

And I can ride with my baby

I be in the kitchen cooking pies I'm hit all we know

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

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