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real queen (trap queen cover) - caziah cameron banks lyrics

[bridge]
i’m like “hey, what’s up? h-llo”
seen yo pretty face soon as you came in the door
i just wanna chill, and you know we really roll
married to my hunny and you know we really flow
and i’m frickin’ and you know i dumb and doe
she my real queen, and bought her a benzo
we just so dope, talkin’ matchin’ lambos
at 56 a gram, 5 a 100 grams though
man, i swear i love her, how she work the d-mn pole
hit the strip club, we be lettin’ bands go
everybody hatin’, we just call them fans, though
in love with the money, i ain’t never lettin’ go

[chorus]
and i get high with my baby
i just left the mall, i’m gettin’ fly with my baby, yeah
and i can ride with my baby
i be in the kitchen cookin’ pies with my baby, yeah
and i can ride with my baby
i just left the mall, i’m gettin’ fly with my baby, yeah
and i can ride with my baby
i be in the kitchen cookin’ pies

[verse 1]
i’m like, “hey, what’s up? h-llo”
i hit the strip with my trap queen, ’cause all we know is bands
i just might sn-tch up a ‘rari and buy my boo a lamb’
i might just sn-tch her a necklace, drop a couple on a ring
she ain’t wantin’ for nothin’ because i got her everything
it’s big zoowap from the bando
remind me where i can’t go
remy boyz got the stamp though
count up h-lla them bands though
boy how far can your bands go?
fetty wap, i’m livin’ fifty thousand k how i stand though
if you checkin’ for my pockets i’m like…

[bridge]
i’m like, “hey, what’s up? h-llo”
seen yo pretty -ss soon as you came in the door
i just wanna chill, got a sack for us to roll
married to the money, introduced her to my stove
showed her how to whip it, now she remixin’ for low
she my trap queen, let her hit the bando
we be countin’ up, watch how far them bands go
we just set a goal, talkin’ matchin’ lambos
at 56 a gram, 5 a 100 grams though
man, i swear i love her how she work the d-mn pole
hit the strip club, we be lettin’ bands go
everybody hatin’, we just call them fans though
in love with the money, i ain’t never lettin’ go

[verse 2]
i be smokin’ dope and you know backwoods what i roll
remy boyz, fetty eatin’ sh-t up, that’s fasho
i’ll run in ya house, then i’ll f-ck your ho
’cause remy boyz or nothin’
re-re-remy boyz or nothin’

[outro: nitt da gritt (fetty wap)]
(she my trap queen)
yeah, you hear my boy
(she my trap queen)
soundin’ like a zillion bucks on the track
(she my trap queen)
i got whatever on my boy, whatever
(and i get high with my baby)
put your money where your mouth is
money on the wood make the game go good
money out of sight cause fights
put up or shut up, huh?
nitt da gritt, rgf productions
(zoowap)

- caziah cameron banks lyrics

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