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Trap Queen (Remix)
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Remy Boyz, yeah 1738 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, 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 nеver letting go And I get high with my baby I just lеft 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 (x2) She came whipping that cake for the hustle Ayy, she cooking that steak in the oven Got pies on the side I can bake by the dozen Give a shake to them b*t*hes in front of it, it's nothing Bando, bomb shell, miss miss who mix well Fish scale, hopping out that V-12, this female All about them eagles Queen flips, I'm on regal She sells seashells, hydro with that pyro Getting money, getting it right though Sandy Teens, that white flow Contraband for survival, you light though Bobby got his eyes low Ready for that pop, though Is that so? Anything for that guap flow We got drugs, you got us, uh And I get high with my baby I'ma be the one to ride or die with ya baby Yeah yeah, and I'ma slide for my baby I just wanna be ya number one (Guwop) baby, baby (Go), yeah, yeah Freshest n***a ever seen, pull up in a Limousine Hit you with a magazine, now they play a violin Took that b*t*h right from your team I turned that b*t*h, she work for me First they brought me 30 Gs Next they brought me 30 keys (Skrrt!) I risk my life for 30 bricks I swear to God I'd do it again Gucci Mane the topping tree Trending topic, f**k I mean I'mma keep up, pop a bean Put my d**k in, hit your spleen Count my money with machine Now you should know Oh, now you should know With a bad b*t*h and a grand national It's just politics, I'm taxing ya You're like a grilled cheese, n***a, I'm smashing ya You just a daddy boy, n***a, so your dad beats ya 10 G's who find the boy, that's a finder fee Macaroni, boy, you're only blinding me And I told the squad like every n***a signed to me I'm like "hey, what's up, hello" (Hello) I met you in the kitchen whippin' in a bando (Bando) And Imma need you to cook a baby (Baby) And when you cook that baby, I'mma buy you a Mercedes, yeah (Go) Look at the thighs on her (Ugh, bad thighs) Oh, I wanna ride on her (Ride, ride, go, ugh) And we in a coupe goin' crazy (Crazy) Go to Venezuela, that's a getaway vacation (Vacation) She the trap queen, she cook it, yeah (Yeah) I'm the trap king, I bring the cash (Money, woo) You a pu**y, so I took your bag (Pu**y) If you get money with your baby say "yeah" (Yeah, ugh) I be smokin' dope and you know Backwoods what I roll Remy Boyz, Fetty eatin' 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', yeah 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? Nitt Da Gritt, RGF Productions Squad The Rollie rose gold And the car, it needs help cause it's got suicide doors And she keep the trap clean, cause she a trap queen 20 bands in some denim, we call 'em trap jeans I'm like hey, wa**up, hello, and then I'm like goodbye When the pack be gettin' low, the plug on the way He bringin' us another load It's 64 a show and 750 for an O And all my n***as hittas, they gon' let that pain go They like "Gotti get money," I'm like, "How the f**k you know?" Pull up in that Wraith, I gotta let that money show My n***as in NY, they be f**kin' with the snow My n***as in New Jersey, they know all about the blow And I'm the trap king, n***a, plug goin' strong The page is touchdown and my n***as goin' long If you ain't gettin' money then you know your trap wrong Old school flip, we call that sh*t a trap phone Cooking in my bra and panties at the stove La Perla lingerie under my Versace robe Show me how to remix, take the nine out the hole Platinum in these streets but these Cubans all gold He deserve a black belt how he be chopping them O's Baking soda, we got baking soda Call us Pablo and Griselda 'cause we taking over Doing tricks on that d**k like it's a stripper pole Treat the pu**y like it's money, he ain't never letting go I'm cheffing pies with my baby He from Brooklyn too, I'm in the Stuy with my baby (yeah) Matching Loubs, getting fly with my baby His and her Hermès Driving matching Mercedes, yeah We in that trap like Minnie and Mickey is Always O.T. like be with Genasis My Chanel crown on while I'm serving the lean He gon' ride for his baby 'cause I'm his trap queen (his trap queen) And I ain't gotta worry bout her going through my phone (Haan) And I ain't got a Backpage f**king with them hoes (Haan) I ain't gotta worry bout her popping up a show (Haan) Give a 36, put that b*t*h out on the road I'm in love with my baby (Haan) No Safaree, I menage with my baby (Yaah, Haan) Doing large with my baby (Haan) Mammy do it Grande, Big Sean with my baby (Yaah, Haan) Going hard for my baby (Haan) When sh*t get hard, whip hard with my baby (Yaah) I'm in love with my baby (Haan) I'm a star in the rave, with the stars with my baby Talking Snoop Dogg, Juice and Gin Don Juan pimping king This is our year Talking Nas here (we represent) Trap Queen, Dominican, tell her bring the bottles in I got ten, he got six, we gon f**k from 6 to 10 (Haan) She fell in love with a dope dealer (Haan) Getting head in a Royce, Ghostface Killah (Haan) (x2) She walked in, it's like a hello She know they be watching if she shake it like jello She know I'm the plug, she could get f**ked on the low Told her bring the lala, get a 7 like Melo (Swish) She about her paper but tonight we on rillos And I get high with my baby Catch a late flight, red eye with my baby (yeah, yeah) Get the munchies with my baby Breakfast in bed then lunch is on my baby She tell me to beat it up, throw some punches at my baby (Yah) She gon' feel it in her guts, stomach crunches with my baby (Yah) Then she gon' put that work in, then she move that work out My last chick got fat, sorry she ain't workout (I told her) You know the game so don't worry bout the cheat codes (I told her) Why throw it all away when you got beast mode (I told her) Girl you rocking with the coldest on the east coast (I told her) Take a pic hands crossed, Young OG pose Sé-po dans mon bando J'ai géré cette fe-meu, oui elle est trop nne-bo Cambrée comme un Scirocco avec les quatre pots Le genre de meuf qui boude quand tu l'invites au Mac Do' Suffit pas d'un texto pour l'avoir au restau Connait tous les footeux, Cristiano Ronaldo Me dit que c'est pas une michto mais elle aime la nnaie-mo J'ai sorti la Benzo pour la voir au tel-hô Mais j'ai déjà ma go' et ça va m'faire des blèmes-pro J'ai arrêté d'commettre des délits Aujourd'hui j'suis dans la musique, sheguey ma vie s'embellit J'rêve de quitter mon taudis, fuir la ce-Fran pour Miami Plus voir mes parents souffrir Mon dieu donne moi l'opportunité d'voir la Maman sourire À la base c'était un délire Aujourd'hui j'suis reconnu On m'appelle même chez les cainris Et le succès veut qu'on s'marie Mais la route est périlleuse comme dans un rallye Dans, dans, dans mon bando J'ai géré cette fe-meu, oui elle est trop nne-bo Cambrée comme un Scirocco avec les quatre pots Le genre de meuf qui boude quand tu l'invites au Mac Do' Suffit pas d'un texto Dans, dans, dans mon bando J'ai géré cette fe-meu, oui elle est trop nne-bo Cambrée comme un Scirocco avec les quatre pots Le genre de meuf qui boude quand tu l'invite au Mac Do' Mais j'ai déjà ma go' et ça va m'faire des blèmes-pro I'm like "hey, what's up, hello" Mr 40 bang kicking n***as damn door Up this b*t*h on everybody hit the damn floor If you love your life you better let them bands go I was out here tryna get it being broke I can't go I ain't never lacking I stay with the damn pole 30 and this 40 I feel like I'm Rambo They know I've got bodies they don't want no damn smoke I used whip the Chevy sitting on them damn 4s We strapped up in the club pistols on the dance floor Now I'm 5k for a feature 10k for a damn show Started from the bottom got it off the damn floor Still gripping on my pistol I ain't never lettin' go And I can ride with my baby I'm just at the mall I'm getting fire with my baby yeah And no b*t*h fine as my baby Pu**y soaking wet can't wait to slide in my baby yeah Looked in the eyes of my baby And told her that I love her I'd die for you baby yeah Bonnie and Clyde with my baby (uh huh) Shawty down to ride, committing crimes wit my baby (hey, whats up, hello) I remember back in the day when I was bagging up country I started trapping for money now I'm rapping for money They say I snap and go dumby it's a wrap like a mummy Ain't gotta mack to the honeys that comes naturally to me And b*t*h I carry Glocks I done buried ops So pu**y come and get your cherry popped Bet I wet a n***a like a f**king pool When I catch a body like belly flop I'm poled up with bronem Count show money at the Marriott Like f**k a deal I'm already hot I ball out no Fetty Wap Some might sit and wonder like "why he be on that savage sh*t" But they don't know the half of it Growing up not having sh*t Momma off of crack and sh*t I'm at school being bad as sh*t In front of the projects bumping backward flips on matresses Grew older, weight on shoulders I start hustling and baggin' zips Whole time I was trapping I was mastering this rapping sh*t With hopes our sons would never have to hustle like their daddys did That's why I'm so pa**ionate I used to imagine it I'm so talented I got n***as who hate me blastin' it Planet of the apes me and broskinem tote banana clips My partners posing pictures with pistols call that a action flick I told 'em f**k proving to them pu**y n***as we packing sh*t And taking pictures with theyself snitchin' bro that's that backwards sh*t Start whackin' sh*t the rest'll start vanishing like a magic trick Who better than me your hypothesis is inaccurate So it don't really matter your favorite rapper's inadequate Cause once I get to snappin' immaculate meets extravagant I'm Maximus, Achilles and Spartacus mixed with Gannicus Invested in myself just like vending machines with shades I'm stackin' chips Go holla at KP 'fore I show ya broski my management Big paper in pocket 'bout to fall out So many fans can't even shop inside the mall now Oh b*t*hes see me on, oh they wanna call now Shout out my haters who keep Tony d**k in your mouth You diss on me, me and my hitters up in your house Caught a body, took the pistols to my dog house Shawty riding for me I lay back she ride it for me And understand that I'm the man and hella b*t*hes tryna f**k me Even though I am a killer she still love me bride of Chucky And if she's poetic justice well I guess that I am lucky She's my numero uno I don't know what you b*t*hes think She like me and just like me she don't smoke and she don't drink She stay focused and her flow sound like a boat so we don't sink Three hundred dollars worth of groceries got it all off of her link Head fire, pu**y good and you know that pu**y pink When I slide up in that pu**y keep me warm just like a mink Set that b*t*h up on the counter f**ked her on the kitchen sink And when I'm done she always bring me a wet towel and something to drink And I'm like (ahh) And she go hard for her n***a See shawty held me down when times was hard for a n***a Rent me cars, crack me cards bring it all to a n***a If it's a foul yo she gon' take the charge for her n***a And if I pa** the pistol she gon' spark for her n***a Up that iron and start sprayin' like stars for her n***a Bring me back another broad then menage with her n***a One sucking my d**k one sucking the balls on a n***a They eat me like a shark and turn to Jaws on a n***a Let me c*m all on their faces Santa Claus for a n***a And when I'm on the road she help withdrawals for a n***a Snapchat she make it clap I mean applause for a n***a yeah B*t*h I got bars like a prison These other rappers weak you better toss 'em the spinach And I promise they can't see me they Ray Charles to a n***a And I'm all about my commas like a pause in a sentence So make sure it's 'bout money when you calling a n***a I'm a dog on a mission, flow's so raw and efficient I go hard I'm consistent ain't no fraudulent business Even haters talkin' sh*t was all a part of my vision I told bro get on your sh*t so we can all make a killing Risk it all 'fore I let my family starve in the trenches No brakes I'm so driven I could cause a collision If I kill you on sight, then I'm offing the witness I'll be off in 60 seconds you get lost in a minute So go ahead and dig a hole I'll put your coffin up in it N***as used to be my dogs now they all in they feelings But it's FGE for life I'm taking off with the realest SQUAD! That's my trap queen That's a n***a dream ho After she gave me head She asked me am I single Threw her the pocket rocket That b*t*h got the beam though F**ked 5 Glizzys in a row That's why I call her bingo And I get high with your baby N***a we not beefing Or its bye for your babies And I get fly with your baby We be all in Neimans Oh, she tired of going to Macy's She say, "Jefe, My dear, you're the trapper of the year!" Hit me baby one more time Ooh, she got that Britney Spears Keep that chopper at her house And she don't touch it because she's scared And I call her every time I got to bust a n***a head My trap queen Keep her out the rap scene She had a Maxima I think her name was Maxine Her daddy shoot the dope That ain't no f**king vaccine I used to serve his a** before I did the rap thing
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