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 counting up how far them bands go
We just selling dope, talking lambos
Got 50 60 prob 100 grams though
Man I swear I love her how she work that pole
Hit the strip club we be bands go
Everybody hating we call them fans though
In love with the money I ain't letting go

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

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

I hit the strip with my queen
all we know is bands
I might just snatch up a
And buy my boo a
I might snatch up a necklace
Drop a on a ring
She want it for nothin'
Because I got her
you up on the bando
Ride me where I can't go
Remy got extendo
Count up bands tho
I'll fuck in your hoe
Fetty Wap I'm living thousand
K how I tho
If you for my pockets I'm like

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

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

I'm hey, wassup, hello
Seen yo pretty ass as you came 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 it now she remix it for low
She my queen let her hit the bando
We be counting up how far them bands go
We just dope, talking matching lambos
Got 50 60 prob 100 grams though
Man I swear I love her how she work damn pole
Hit the strip we be letting them bands go
Everybody hating we call them fans though
In with the money I ain't never letting go

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