- trap Queen (crank DAT remix) 歌詞 Fetty Wap Crankdat
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- Remy Boyz, yeaahhhh
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Im like 'Hey, whats up? Hello'
Seen yo pretty ass 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
At 56 a gram, 5 a 100 grams though
Everybody hating, we just call them fans, though
In love with the money, I aint never lettin go
Im like, 'Hey, whats up? Hello'
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
In love with the money, I aint never lettin go
Im like, 'Hey , whats up? Hello'
Seen yo pretty ass 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, webe letting bands go
Everybody hating, we just call them fans, though
In love with the money, I aint never lettin go
Remy Boyz, yeaahhhh
1738
Im like , 'Hey, whats up? Hello'
Seen yo pretty ass 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
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 aint never lettin go
Im like, 'Hey, whats up? Hello'
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
In love with the money, I aint never lettin go
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