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trap queen (remix) - french montana & fetty wap lyrics

[intro: fetty wap]
remy boyz, yeah
1738

[verse 1: fetty wap]
i’m like “hey, what’s up, h*llo”
seen yo pretty ass soon as you came in that 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
got 50, 60 grand, 500 grams though
man, i swear i love her how she work the d*mn pole
hit the strip club, we be letting bands go
everybody hating, we just call them fans though
in love with the money, i ain’t nеver letting go
[hook: fetty wap]
and i get high with my baby
i just lеft 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
(x2)

[verse 2: azealia banks]
she came whipping that cake for the hustle
ayy, she cooking that steak in the oven
got pies on the side i can bake by the dozen
give a shake to them b*tches in front of it, it’s nothing
bando, bomb sh*ll, miss miss who mix well
fish scale, hopping out that v*12, this female
all about them eagles
queen flips, i’m on regal
she sells seash*lls, hydro with that pyro
getting money, getting it right though
sandy teens, that white flow
contraband for survival, you light though
bobby got his eyes low
ready for that pop, though
is that so?
anything for that guap flow
we got drugs, you got us, uh
[hook: azealia banks & gucci mane]
and i get high with my baby
i’ma be the one to ride or die with ya baby
yeah yeah, and i’ma slide for my baby
i just wanna be ya number one (guwop) baby, baby (go), yeah, yeah

[verse 3: gucci mane]
freshest n*gga ever seen, pull up in a limousine
hit you with a magazine, now they play a violin
took that b*tch right from your team
i turned that b*tch, she work for me
first they brought me 30 gs
next they brought me 30 keys (skrrt!)
i risk my life for 30 bricks
i swear to god i’d do it again
gucci mane the topping tree
trending topic, f*ck i mean
i’mma keep up, pop a bean
put my d*ck in, hit your spleen
count my money with machine
[?]
now you should know
oh, now you should know
with a bad b*tch and a grand national
it’s just politics, i’m taxing ya
you’re like a grilled cheese, n*gga, i’m smashing ya
you just a daddy boy, n*gga, so your dad beats ya
10 g’s who find the boy, that’s a finder fee
macaroni, boy, you’re only blinding me
and i told the squad like every n*gga signed to me
[hook: fetty wap & quavo]

[verse 4: quavo & fetty wap]
i’m like “hey, what’s up, h*llo” (h*llo)
i met you in the kitchen whippin’ in a bando (bando)
and imma need you to cook a baby (baby)
and when you cook that baby, i’mma buy you a mercedes, yeah (go)
look at the thighs on her (ugh, bad thighs)
oh, i wanna ride on her (ride, ride, go, ugh)
and we in a coupe goin’ crazy (crazy)
go to venezuela, that’s a getaway vacation (vacation)
she the trap queen, she cook it, yeah (yeah)
i’m the trap king, i bring the cash (money, woo)
you a p*ssy, so i took your bag (p*ssy)
if you get money with your baby say “yeah” (yeah, ugh)

[hook: fetty wap]

[verse 5: fetty wap)]
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’, yeah

[outro: nitt da gritt]
yeah, you hear my boy
soundin’ like a zillion bucks on the track
i got whatever on my boy, whatever
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
squad

[verse 6: yo gotti]
the rollie rose gold
and the car, it needs help cause it’s got suicide doors
and she keep the trap clean, cause she a trap queen
20 bands in some denim, we call ’em trap jeans
i’m like hey, wassup, h*llo, and then i’m like goodbye
when the pack be gettin’ low, the plug on the way
he bringin’ us another load
it’s 64 a show and 750 for an o
and all my n*ggas hittas, they gon’ let that pain go
they like “gotti get money,” i’m like, “how the f*ck you know?”
pull up in that wraith, i gotta let that money show
my n*ggas in ny, they be f*ckin’ with the snow
my n*ggas in new jersey, they know all about the blow
and i’m the trap king, n*gga, plug goin’ strong
the page is touchdown and my n*ggas goin’ long
if you ain’t gettin’ money then you know your trap wrong
old school flip, we call that sh*t a trap phone

[verse 7: lil kim’]
cooking in my bra and panties at the stove
la perla lingerie under my versace robe
show me how to remix, take the nine out the hole
platinum in these streets but these cubans all gold
he deserve a black belt how he be chopping them o’s
baking soda, we got baking soda
call us pablo and griselda ’cause we taking over
doing tricks on that d*ck like it’s a stripper pole
treat the p*ssy like it’s money, he ain’t never letting go
i’m cheffing pies with my baby
he from brooklyn too, i’m in the stuy with my baby (yeah)
matching loubs, getting fly with my baby
his and her hermès
driving matching mercedes, yeah
we in that trap like minnie and mickey is
always o.t. like be with genasis
my chanel crown on while i’m serving the lean
he gon’ ride for his baby ’cause i’m his trap queen (his trap queen)

[verse 8: french montana]
and i ain’t gotta worry bout her going through my phone (haan)
and i ain’t got a backpage f*cking with them hoes (haan)
i ain’t gotta worry bout her popping up a show (haan)
give a 36, put that b*tch out on the road
i’m in love with my baby (haan)
no safaree, i menage with my baby (yaah, haan)
doing large with my baby (haan)
mammy do it grande, big sean with my baby (yaah, haan)
going hard for my baby (haan)
when sh*t get hard, whip hard with my baby (yaah)
i’m in love with my baby (haan)
i’m a star in the rave, with the stars with my baby
talking snoop dogg, juice and gin
don juan pimping king
this is our year
talking nas here (we represent)
trap queen, dominican, tell her bring the bottles in
i got ten, he got six, we gon f*ck from 6 to 10 (haan)

she fell in love with a dope dealer (haan)
getting head in a royce, ghostface k!llah (haan)
(x2)

[hook]

[verse 9: fabolous]
she walked in, it’s like a h*llo
she know they be watching if she shake it like jello
she know i’m the plug, she could get f*cked on the low
told her bring the lala, get a 7 like melo (swish)
she about her paper but tonight we on rillos
and i get high with my baby
catch a late flight, red eye with my baby (yeah, yeah)
get the munchies with my baby
breakfast in bed then lunch is on my baby
she tell me to beat it up, throw some punches at my baby (yah)
she gon’ feel it in her guts, stomach crunches with my baby (yah)
then she gon’ put that work in, then she move that work out
my last chick got fat, sorry she ain’t workout (i told her)
you know the game so don’t worry bout the cheat codes (i told her)
why throw it all away when you got beast mode (i told her)
girl you rocking with the coldest on the east coast (i told her)
take a pic hands crossed, young og pose

[verse 10: gradur]
sé*po dans mon bando
j’ai géré cette fe*meu, oui elle est trop nne*bo
cambrée comme un scirocco avec les quatre pots
le genre de meuf qui boude quand tu l’invites au mac do’
suffit pas d’un texto pour l’avoir au restau
connait tous les footeux, cristiano ronaldo
me dit que c’est pas une michto mais elle aime la nnaie*mo
j’ai sorti la benzo pour la voir au tel*hô
mais j’ai déjà ma go’ et ça va m’faire des blèmes*pro
j’ai arrêté d’commettre des délits
aujourd’hui j’suis dans la musique, sheguey ma vie s’embellit
j’rêve de quitter mon taudis, fuir la ce*fran pour miami
plus voir mes parents souffrir
mon dieu donne moi l’opportunité d’voir la maman sourire
à la base c’était un délire
aujourd’hui j’suis reconnu
on m’appelle même chez les cainris
et le succès veut qu’on s’marie
mais la route est périlleuse comme dans un rallye
dans, dans, dans mon bando
j’ai géré cette fe*meu, oui elle est trop nne*bo
cambrée comme un scirocco avec les quatre pots
le genre de meuf qui boude quand tu l’invites au mac do’
suffit pas d’un texto
dans, dans, dans mon bando
j’ai géré cette fe*meu, oui elle est trop nne*bo
cambrée comme un scirocco avec les quatre pots
le genre de meuf qui boude quand tu l’invite au mac do’
mais j’ai déjà ma go’ et ça va m’faire des blèmes*pro

[verse 11: montana of 300]
i’m like “hey, what’s up, h*llo”
mr 40 bang kicking n*ggas d*mn door
up this b*tch on everybody hit the d*mn floor
if you love your life you better let them bands go
i was out here tryna get it being broke i can’t go
i ain’t never lacking i stay with the d*mn pole
30 and this 40 i feel like i’m rambo
they know i’ve got bodies they don’t want no d*mn smoke
i used whip the chevy sitting on them d*mn 4s
we strapped up in the club pistols on the dance floor
now i’m 5k for a feature 10k for a d*mn show
started from the bottom got it off the d*mn floor
still gripping on my pistol i ain’t never lettin’ go
and i can ride with my baby
i’m just at the mall i’m getting fire with my baby yeah
and no b*tch fine as my baby
p*ssy soaking wet can’t wait to slide in my baby yeah
looked in the eyes of my baby
and told her that i love her i’d die for you baby yeah
bonnie and clyde with my baby (uh huh)
shawty down to ride, committing crimes wit my baby (hey, whats up, h*llo)
i remember back in the day when i was bagging up country
i started trapping for money now i’m rapping for money
they say i snap and go dumby it’s a wrap like a mummy
ain’t gotta mack to the honeys that comes naturally to me
and b*tch i carry glocks i done buried ops
so p*ssy come and get your cherry popped
bet i wet a n*gga like a f*cking pool
when i catch a body like belly flop
i’m poled up with bronem
count show money at the marriott
like f*ck a deal i’m already hot
i ball out no fetty wap
some might sit and wonder like “why he be on that savage sh*t”
but they don’t know the half of it
growing up not having sh*t
momma off of crack and sh*t i’m at school being bad as sh*t
in front of the projects bumping backward flips on matresses
grew older, weight on shoulders i start hustling and baggin’ zips
whole time i was trapping i was mastering this rapping sh*t
with hopes our sons would never have to hustle like their daddys did
that’s why i’m so passionate
i used to imagine it
i’m so talented i got n*ggas who hate me blastin’ it
planet of the apes me and broskinem tote banana clips
my partners posing pictures with pistols call that a action fl!ck
i told ’em f*ck proving to them p*ssy n*ggas we packing sh*t
and taking pictures with theyself snitchin’ bro that’s that backwards sh*t
start whackin’ sh*t the rest’ll start vanishing like a magic trick
who better than me your hypothesis is inaccurate
so it don’t really matter your favorite rapper’s inadequate
cause once i get to snappin’ immaculate meets extravagant
i’m maximus, achilles and spartacus mixed with gannicus
invested in myself just like vending machines with shades i’m stackin’ chips
go holla at kp ‘fore i show ya broski my management
big paper in pocket ’bout to fall out

so many fans can’t even shop inside the mall now
oh b*tches see me on, oh they wanna call now
shout out my haters who keep tony d*ck in your mouth
you diss on me, me and my hitters up in your house
caught a body, took the pistols to my dog house
shawty riding for me i lay back she ride it for me
and understand that i’m the man and h*lla b*tches tryna f*ck me
even though i am a k!ller she still love me bride of chucky
and if she’s poetic justice well i guess that i am lucky
she’s my numero uno i don’t know what you b*tches think
she like me and just like me she don’t smoke and she don’t drink
she stay focused and her flow sound like a boat so we don’t sink
three hundred dollars worth of groceries got it all off of her link
head fire, p*ssy good and you know that p*ssy pink
when i slide up in that p*ssy keep me warm just like a mink
set that b*tch up on the counter f*cked her on the kitchen sink
and when i’m done she always bring me a wet towel and something to drink
and i’m like (ahh)
and she go hard for her n*gga
see shawty held me down when times was hard for a n*gga
rent me cars, crack me cards bring it all to a n*gga
if it’s a foul yo she gon’ take the charge for her n*gga
and if i pass the pistol she gon’ spark for her n*gga
up that iron and start sprayin’ like stars for her n*gga
bring me back another broad then menage with her n*gga
one sucking my d*ck one sucking the b*lls on a n*gga
they eat me like a shark and turn to jaws on a n*gga
let me cum all on their faces santa claus for a n*gga
and when i’m on the road she help withdrawals for a n*gga
snapchat she make it clap i mean applause for a n*gga yeah
b*tch i got bars like a prison
these other rappers weak you better toss ’em the spinach
and i promise they can’t see me they ray charles to a n*gga
and i’m all about my commas like a pause in a sentence
so make sure it’s ’bout money when you calling a n*gga
i’m a dog on a mission, flow’s so raw and efficient
i go hard i’m consistent ain’t no fraudulent business
even haters talkin’ sh*t was all a part of my vision
i told bro get on your sh*t so we can all make a k!lling
risk it all ‘fore i let my family starve in the trenches
no brakes i’m so driven i could cause a collision
if i k!ll you on sight, then i’m offing the witness
i’ll be off in 60 seconds you get lost in a minute
so go ahead and dig a hole i’ll put your coffin up in it
n*ggas used to be my dogs now they all in they feelings
but it’s fge for life i’m taking off with the realest squad!

[verse 12: shy glizzy]
that’s my trap queen
that’s a n*gga dream ho
after she gave me head
she asked me am i single
threw her the pocket rocket
that b*tch got the beam though
f*cked 5 glizzys in a row
that’s why i call her bingo
and i get high with your baby
n*gga we not beefing
or its bye for your babies
and i get fly with your baby
we be all in neimans
oh, she tired of going to macy’s
she say, “jefe, my dear, you’re the trapper of the year!”
hit me baby one more time
ooh, she got that britney spears
keep that chopper at her house
and she don’t touch it because she’s scared
and i call her every time i got to bust a n*gga head
my trap queen
keep her out the rap scene
she had a maxima
i think her name was maxine
her daddy shoot the dope
that ain’t no f*cking vaccine
i used to serve his ass before i did the rap thing

- french montana fetty wap lyrics

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