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trap king
dhestiniee
trap queen remix
Story behind the song
The inspiration behind the start of the 100 Day Challenge
Lyrics
Trap King
Fetty Wap's Trap Queen Remix
By: Dhestiniee
[Verse 1]
I'm like "hey, what's up, hello"
Seen yo pretty eyes soon as you came in that door
I just wanna chill, got a sack for us to roll
Married to the money, introduced him to my stove
Showed him how to whip it, now he remixin' for low
he my trap king, let him hit the bando
We be countin' up, watch how far them bands go
We just set a goal, talkin' matchin' Lambos
Got 50, got 60 grand, 500 grams though
Man, I swear I love he how he work the damn wall
Hit the strip club, we be letting bands go
Everybody hating, call them fans though
In love with the money, and I ain't never letting go
[Hook]
And I get high with my baby
I just left the mall, I'm gettin' fly with my baby, yeaaahhh
And I can ride with my baby
I be in the kitchen cookin' pies with my baby, yeaaahhh
And I can ride with my baby
I just left the mall, I'm gettin' fly with my baby, yeaaahhh
And I can ride with my baby
I be in the kitchen cookin' pies with my baby
[Verse 2]
I hit the strip with my trap king cause all we know is bands
might snatch up a 'Rari and buy my boo a Lamb'
might snatch him a watch yea, drop a couple on a ring
he ain't wantin' for nothin' because I got him everything
It's Bae from the 416, without fail we can go
This is why I got the stamp, though
Count up hella, them bands though
How far can your bands go?
It’s Bae and I'm livin fitty thousands and I stand though
If you checkin' for my pockets I'm like
[Hook]
And I get high with my baby
Fly with my baby
Ride with my baby
[Verse 1]
I'm like "hey, what's up, hello"
Seen yo pretty eyes soon as you came in that door
I just wanna chill, got a sack for us to roll
Married to the money, introduced him to my stove
Showed him how to whip it, now he remixin' for low
he my trap king, let him hit the bando
We be countin' up, watch how far them bands go
We just set a goal, talkin' matchin' Lambos
Got 50, got 60 grand, 500 grams though
Man, I swear I love he how he work the damn wall
Hit the strip club, we be letting bands go
Everybody hating, call them fans though
In love with the money, and I ain't never letting go