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Song «Trap Queen» von Fetty Wap.

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Veröffentlichungsdaten: 2014 04 22 (Digital), 2015 09 25 (Album)
Label: RGF Production, 300 Entertainment 552469
Songwriter Willie Maxwell
Produktion: Tony Fadd
Genre: Hip-Hop - Traprap

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Fetty Wap
Willie Maxwell
Tony Fadd

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[Intro] Remy Boyz, yeaahhhh 1738 [Bridge] I'm like "hey, what's 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 In love with the money, I ain't never letting go [Hook] 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 with my baby [Verse 1] 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, without dinero 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 [Hook] 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 with my baby [Bridge] I'm like "hey, what's 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 Got 50, 60 grand, 500 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 [Verse 2] I be smoking dope and you know Backwoods what I roll Remy Boyz, Fetty eating shit up that's fasho I'll run in ya house, then I'll fuck your ho Cause Remy Boyz or nothin', Re-Re-Remy Boyz or nothin' [Outro: Nitt Da Gritt (Fetty Wap)] (She my trap queen) Yeah, you hear my boy (She my trap queen) Soundin' like a zillion bucks on the track (She my trap queen) I got whatever on my boy, whatever (And I get high with my baby) 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? Nitt Da Gritt, RGF Productions (ZooWap)