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 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 dope, talking matching lambos
Got 50 60 grams 100 grams though
Man I swear I love her how she work damn pole
Hit the strip club we be letting go
Everybody hating we call them fans though
In with the money I ain't never letting go

And I get high 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 pies with my baby,

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

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

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

I'm like hey, wassup,
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 whip it now she it for low
She my trap queen let her hit the
We be counting up watch how far bands go
We selling dope, talking matching lambos
Got 50 60 grams prob 100 though
Man I swear I love her how she work that pole
Hit the strip club we be letting them go
Everybody hating we just call fans though
In love with the money I never letting go

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