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russell! - trap queen - fetty wap (pryde remix) lyrics

[intro]
remy boyz, yeaahhhh
1738

[bridge]
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]
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 with wr-wr-wr-wrist

[verse]
oh yea, oh yeah
real sh-t real
sh-t i’ve been [?], them basic b-tches stay geussin’
bout who i’m with but you true to death, and you the bomb wifey, no wedding
hashtag games mine’s straight flexing, f-ck them basic b-tches they peasants
ask my trap queen by profession, ain’t no gains girl so lets scavenge
matching rarries, f-ck the rarris, we just want property
flex up the country to paradise, isn’t that very nice, you naked on the beach
bando the mansion cause we on the come up
always stay hungry girl, f-ck a full stomach always stay hungry
she stay in the trap but act like a woman
she hang with the clique saying f-ck all the others
oh well, -brr- callin’ up on my home line, that young boy from that north side still buzzin’ out without a cosign, and that’s real
still mobbin’ out with the set, girl we the f-ckin’ bomb and that’s that
still with the goddess out of that trap, yeah yeah

[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 be in the kitchen cookin’ pies with my baby, yeaaahhh
so baby won’t you come my way?
got something that i want to say
can i keep you out my brain?

- russell lyrics

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