Piano Cover ft. Josh Levi, KHS 2015 (исполнитель: Trap Queen - Fetty Wap)

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[Bridge:] 
I'm like "hey, what's up, hello" 
Seen yo pretty [bad word] 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 in 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 [bad word] 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 
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 

[Verse:] 
I hit the strip with my trap queen 
cause all we know is bands 
I just might snatch up a 'Rari and buy my boo a Lamb' 
I might just snatch her a necklace, drop a couple on a ring 
She ain't wantin' for nothin' because I got her everything 
It's big Zoo Wap from the bando, without dinero can't go 
Remy boys got the stamp, though 
Count up hella, them bands though 
How far can your bands go? 
Fetty Wap I'm living fifty thousand K how I stand though 
If you checkin' for my pockets I'm like 

[Hook:] 
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 

[Bridge:] 
I'm like "hey, what's up, hello" 
Seen yo pretty [bad word] 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 in 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 [bad word] 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 

[Outro:] 
I be smoking dope and you know Backwoods what I roll 
Remy Boy, Fetty eating [bad word] up that's fasho  [bad word] in ya house, then I'll [bad word] your ho 
Cause Remy Boyz or nuthin', Re-Re-Remy Boyz or nuthin'
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