Trap Queen (Dabmix) ft. Fetty Wap
• Written by Dabz
[Intro - Fetty Wap]
Remy Boyz, yeaahhhh
(Dabz4Motherfuckin'Daze)
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[Bridge - Fetty Wap]
I'm like "Hey, what's up? Hello"
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 100 grams though
Man, I swear I love her how she work the damn 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 lettin' go
[Hook - Fetty Wap]
And I get high with 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 with my baby, yeah
And I can ride with 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 with my baby
[Verse - Dabz]
Eyes on you since you walked in the Door
Ooh you work it on the dance floor
I think I love you but I really don't know
So why don't you come back to my crib tho
and Sip some champagne, pour some mo
Blow some smoke, till we choke
And Pass out in the back of the whip
I got two blunts in my mouth I don't give a shit
Yo' bitch ain't shit but a hoe and a trick
But mine, she a dime
So Fine, Taste like key lime
I'm trapped inside my mind
A Blind man doin' time
I got a lotta problems they inside my paradigm
I fuck her straight silent just like a mime
And every other girl just isn't worth my time
Dabz4Daze
Got yo' girl on a craze
But i sit back kick back with my baby and just blaze.
It ain't a Phase, we gon' do this every day
Love her in every single way
Ass so fat it'll make me finally pray
So what you hoes gotta say?
Anyway,
Dabz4Daze.
[Hook - Fetty Wap]
And I get high with 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 with my baby, yeah
And I can ride with 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 with my baby
[Bridge - Fetty Wap]
I'm like "hey, what's up, hello"
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 100 grams though
Man, I swear I love her how she work the damn 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 lettin' go
[Outro - Dabz]
Hah.
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MM, we goin'
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Dabz
Member since June 8 2015