เพลง Trap Queen (feat. Azealia Banks, Quavo & Gucci Mane) (Explicit)

Trap Queen - Fetty Wap/Azealia Banks/Quavo/Gucci Mane

Written by：Fetty Wap

RGF production

Remy Boyz

Yeah

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I'm like hey what's up hello

Since you pretty awesome as you came at that door

I just wanna chill got a sak for us to roll

Married to the money introduced her to my stove

Showed her how to whip it now she remixing for low

She my trap queen let her hit the bando

We be counting up watch how far them bands go

We just set a goal talking matching lambos

A 50 60 grand for a 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

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

I'm like hey what's up hello

She came

Whipping that cake for the hustle

Ey

She cooking that steak in the oven

Got palls on a side I could bang and buzz it

Give a shake to the b**ches in fronting it's nothing

Being thou bomb shell be dismiss who mix well

Fish scale hopping out that V-12 this female

All about them eagles

Queen flips I'm on vigil

She sells seashells hydro with that pyro

Getting money getting it right though

Sent that thing and send it right dog

Caught this banz to survival

You like thou bodyguard his azlo

Peddy caught for that popper

Is that so

Anything for that guap flow

You got drugs we got us

And I get high with my baby

I'm a be the one who run and die with you baby

Yeah

And I'm a slide for my baby

I just wanna be your number one baby baby yeah

Freshest ni**a ever seen pull up in a Limousine

Hit you with a magazine now they play a violing

Took that b**ch right from your team

I turned that b**ch she work for me

First they brought me 30 Gs

Next they brought me 30 keys

I risk my life for 30 bricks

I swear to God I'd do it again

Gucci mane the topping tree

Trilling what the f**k I mean

I'm a keep that popper been with brother hit and bleed

Count my money where was she

Ooh get sh*t no ooh nah sh*t no

With a bad b**ch with it going that sh*t no

It's just falling tips I'm texting you

You like a grand chick ni**a I'm smashing you

You just a dead boy ni**a it's all you dare to be

And he will do find that boy that's for mama feed

All your macarole it's all you banging me

Or I tell the square that I gave a ni**a sign to me

And I am high with my baby

I just love them all I get fly with my baby

Yeah

And I get rock with my baby

I'll be in the kitchen cooking pals

I'm like hey what's up hello

I'm like hey what's up hello

I meet you in the kitchen wiping in a bando

And I'm a need you to cook now baby

And when you cook that baby I'm a buy you're Mercedes

Yea look at the tags on them

Ooh I wanna ride on them

And we in the cook going crazy

Blowing in and sweting it's a getaway vacation

She the trap queen she cooking it

I'm the trap king I bring the cash

You a p**sy so I took your bag

If you get mind of what you baby say yeah

Yeah

And I am right with my baby

I just love them all I get fly with my baby

Yeah

And I get rock with my baby

I'll be in the kitchen cooking pals

I'm like hey what's up hello