Luyện nghe bài hát Trap Queen (Rendition By SoMo)

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

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

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

I hit the strip with my trap
all we know is bands
I might just up a Rari
And buy my boo a
I might just up a necklace
Drop a couple on a
She ain't it for nothin'
Because I got her
you up on the bando
Ride with me where I go
Remy boys got
Count up bands tho
I'll in your benz hoe
Fetty Wap I'm living fifty
K how I tho
If you checking for my pockets I'm

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

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

I'm like hey, wassup,
Seen yo ass soon as you came in the door
I just wanna chill, got a sack for us to
Married to the money, her to my stove
Showed her how to it now she remix it for low
She my trap queen let her hit the
We be counting up how far them bands go
We selling dope, talking matching lambos
Got 50 60 grams prob 100 though
Man I swear I her how she work that damn pole
Hit the club we be letting them bands go
Everybody hating we just them fans though
In love with the money I never letting go

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