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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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