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livelikedavis - trap queen (remix) lyrics

[verse: livelikedavis]
i’m like “hey, what’s up, goodbye”
it’s your boy live and i’m coming from l.a
i wasn’t gonna do the remix cause i heard it way too much
i got n-ggas with the tray and i got songz so bottoms up
bottoms up, bottoms up, sh-t please don’t k!ll my juug
please don’t fill my cup, i’m just way too drunk
i think i fell in love with trap queen, y-yeah baby
i dated all my old hoes, they mad lately
hold up, i get high with my baby
okay, she be goin’ oh so crazy
i had her legs apart like she was jordan
i’m like the tmz, i stay recording
right now i’m in the bando
find a couple b-tches, wasn’t in the plans doe
had her in the beach house, we was bumpin’ chano
matter fact i’m lyin’, she was bumpin’ juicy j
i was on that big sean, bumpin’ on that 2 fake
too late if your n-ggas ready
i send those guys to come and get you
but make sure you breathing
she say she wanna call out like not matter what she say
and if she ever try to leave i’m asking what’s the reason
you ain’t leavin’
cause i get high with my baby
i just rolled up front, i’m bout to fly with my baby, yeah
they call me livelikebaby, livelikebaby
drive these hoes crazy

[partial bridge: fetty wap]
i’m like “hey, what’s up, h-llo”
seen yo pretty -ss 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 never letting go

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

[full bridge: fetty wap]
i’m like “hey, what’s up, h-llo”
seen yo pretty -ss 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 never letting go
i be smoking dope and you know backwoods what i roll
remy boy, fetty eating 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’

[hook: fetty wap]

[bridge: fetty wap]

- livelikedavis lyrics

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