Luyện nghe bài hát Trap Queen (Rendition By SoMo)

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I'm like hey, wassup,
Seen yo pretty ass soon as you in the door
I wanna chill, got a sack for us to roll
Married to the money, her to my stove
Showed her how to whip it now she it for low
She my queen let her hit the bando
We be up watch how far them bands go
We just selling dope, matching lambos
Got 50 60 grams prob 100 though
Man I swear I love her how she work damn pole
Hit the strip we be letting bands go
hating we just call them fans though
In love the money I ain't never letting go

And I get high my baby
I just left the mall I'm fly with my baby, yeahh
And I get right my baby
I be in the kitchen cooking pies my baby, yeahh

And I get right my baby
I just left the mall I'm getting fly with my baby,
And I get right my baby
I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby,

I hit the strip my trap queen
'Cause all we know is
I might just snatch up a
And buy my boo a
I might snatch up a necklace
Drop a couple on a
She ain't it for nothin'
I got her everything
Bitch you up on the
Ride with me where I go
Remy boys got
Count up bands tho
fuck in your benz hoe
Fetty Wap I'm fifty thousand
K how I tho
If you for my pockets I'm like

And I get high my baby
I just left the mall I'm getting fly with my baby,
And I get right my baby
I be in the kitchen cooking with my baby, yeahh

And I get right my baby
I just left the mall I'm getting fly with my baby,
And I get right with my
I be in the kitchen cooking pies my baby

I'm hey, wassup, hello
Seen yo ass soon as you came in the door
I wanna chill, got a sack for us to roll
Married to the money, her to my stove
her how to whip it now she remix it for low
She my queen let her hit the bando
We be counting up watch how far bands go
We just selling dope, talking matching
Got 50 60 grams prob 100 grams
Man I swear I love her how she work that pole
Hit the club we be letting them bands go
Everybody hating we call them fans though
In love the money I ain't never letting go

I be smoking dope and you know Backwoods I roll
Remy Boy, Fetty eating shit up fasho
run in ya house, then I'll fuck ya ho
Remy boyz are nuttin' re-re-remy boyz are