ripsi winelover - trap queen lyrics
[verse 1: rich $tunna]
quick trap a demon and d+ck slap satan!
i’m effervescent, just ask them
i’m a trap this pimpsqueak like a mouse
i’m on a thousand islands like mcdonald’s cows
thats easy trap bet i’m heavy with that
know what i do: manufacturing crack
to move along, it’s even harder
you trap stars, i’m rhodes scholar
so i threw it in a rap so i’d remember that
that smack i hated that i knew it was a trap
i’m a rare rat that be hunted by the super cat
distract ya, fully automatic acid trap
and sit up front, i’m not asking it’s a trap
my moschino that fire, bet you never seen that
[refrain]
i’m like “hey, what’s up? h+llo” (ayy)
seen yo pretty ass 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 hundred 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 (my baby)
i just left the mall, i’m gettin’ fly with my baby, yeah
and i can ride with my baby (my baby)
i be in the kitchen cookin’ pies with my baby, yeah
and i can ride with my baby (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 just might 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’ 50 thousand k how i stand though
if you checkin’ for my pockets i’m like…
[chorus]
and i get high with my baby (my baby)
i just left the mall, i’m gettin’ fly with my baby, yeah
and i can ride with my baby (my baby)
i be in the kitchen cookin’ pies with my baby, yeah
and i can ride with my baby (my baby)
i just left the mall, i’m gettin’ fly with my baby, yeah
and i can ride with my baby (my baby)
i be in the kitchen cookin’ pies
[refrain]
i’m like, “hey, what’s up? h+llo”
seen yo pretty ass 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 hundred 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’, yeah
[chorus]
and i get high with my baby (my baby)
i just left the mall, i’m gettin’ fly with my baby, yeah
and i can ride with my baby (my baby)
i be in the kitchen cookin’ pies with my baby, yeah
and i can ride with my baby (my baby)
i just left the mall, i’m gettin’ fly with my baby, yeah
and i can ride with my baby (my baby)
i be in the kitchen cookin’ pies
[verse 3: ripsi winelover]
thats easy trap bet i’m heavy with that
this that black elohim anunnaki rap
i’m the queen of this game
then lost my faith again
that smack i hated that i knew it was a trap
then i will gladly go back to my emo rap
cause i’m ill b+tch
they couldn’t make a pill for the rap
and sit up front, i’m not asking it’s a trap
worn by a queen or a b+tch
pass that, catch back, fast that
maybe im the f+cking queen
i’m the head coach of the team
you know that love is a very serious thing
insufferable trap , am breaking
[chorus]
and i get high with my baby (my baby)
i just left the mall, i’m gettin’ fly with my baby, yeah
and i can ride with my baby (my baby)
i be in the kitchen cookin’ pies with my baby, yeah
and i can ride with my baby (my baby)
i just left the mall, i’m gettin’ fly with my baby, yeah
and i can ride with my baby (my baby)
i be in the kitchen cookin’ pies
[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
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