Luyện nghe bài hát Trap Queen (Cover)

I'm like, "Hey, up? Hello."
Seen your pretty ass soon as you in that door
I wanna chill, got a sack for us to roll
Married to the money, introduced her to my
her how to whip it, now she remixing for low
She my trap queen, let her hit the
We be countin' up, how fast them bands go
We just set a goal, matchin' Lambos
50, 60 grand, prob' a hundred grams
Man, I swear she love it how she work the damn
Hit the strip club, we be letting go
hating, we just call them fans though
In with the money, I ain't ever letting go

And I get high my baby
I just them all, I'm getting fly with my baby, yeah
And I can with my baby
I be in the kitchen cooking pies my baby, yeah, now
And I get high with my
I left them all, I'm getting fly with my baby, yeah
And I can ride my baby
I be in the kitchen pies with my baby

Hit the strip with my queen 'cause all we know is bands
I might just snatch a ferrari and buy my boo a
I might just snatch her a necklace, drop a couple on a
She ain't wanting for nothin' I got her everything
And I'm up in the bando, dinero can't go
Remy got the stamp though, count up hella them bands though
How far can bands go?
Fetty Wap I'm living fifty K how I stand though
If you checking for my pockets I'm

Oh, I get with my baby
I just left all, I'm getting fly with my baby, yeah
And I can with my baby
I be in the kitchen pies with my baby, yeah, now
Oh, I get high with my
I left them all, I'm getting fly with my baby, yeah
And I can ride my baby
I be in the kitchen pies with my baby like,

"Hello."
Seen your pretty ass as you came in that door
I just wanna chill, got a sack for us to
to the money, introduced her to my stove
Showed her how to whip it, now she for low
She my queen, let her hit the bando
We be countin' up, how fast them bands go
We just set a goal, talkin' Lambos
50, 60 grand, prob' a grams though
Man, I swear she love it how she work the pole
Hit the strip club, we be bands go
Everybody hating, we just call fans though
In love the money, I ain't ever letting go

I be smoking dope and you Backwoods what I roll
Remy Boy, Fetty eating up that's fasho
I'll run in ya house, then I'll your hoe
Remy or nothing, Re-Re-Remy Boyz or...

Oh I get high with my
I just left them all, I'm fly with my baby, now
And I can with my baby
I be in the kitchen pies with my baby, now, now, now
And I get high with my
I left them all, I'm getting fly with my baby, now
And I can with my baby
I be in the cooking pies with my baby, now


Got a sack for us to