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Karaoké Trap Queen Fetty Wap
3:43
Tonalité identique à l'original : Lam
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Seventeen thirty-eight
Hey
I'm like hey what's up hello
Sit your 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
A fifty sixty grand prob' 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
I hit the strip with my trap queen 'cos all we know is bands
I just might snatch a 'Rari and buy my boo a Lamb'
I just might snatch her a necklace
Drop a couple on a ring
She ain't wanting for nothin' because I got her everything
It's big Zoo Wap
From the bando without dinero can't go
Remy boys got the stamp count up hella them bands
Though how far can your bands go?
Fetty Wap I'm living fifty thousand K
How I stand though
If you checking for my pockets
I'm like
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
Sit your 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
A fifty sixty grand prob' 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
I be smoking dope and you know backwoods what I roll
Remy boy Fetty eating shit up that's fa sho
I'll run in ya house then I'll fuck your hoe
'Cos Remy boyz or nothing
Re-Re-Remy boyz or nothing
Yeah
You hear my boy sounding like a zillion bucks on a 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 outta sight cause fights
Put up or shut up huh
Nittdagrit huh
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rendu célèbre par Fetty Wap
Compositeurs : Tony Fadd, Willie Maxwell II
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