Luyện nghe bài hát Trap Queen (Zaxx Remix)

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 whip it now she it for low
She my trap queen let her hit the
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 that damn pole
Hit the club we be letting bands go
Everybody hating we just call them fans
In love with the money I ain't letting go

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

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

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

I'm like hey, wassup,
Seen yo pretty ass as you came in the door
I just chill, got a sack for us to roll
to the money, introduced 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 matching
Got 50 60 grams prob 100 grams
Man I I love her how she work that damn pole
Hit the strip we be letting them bands go
Everybody hating we just call them though
In love with the I ain't never letting go

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