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Plies - Trap Queen (Freestyle) Lyrics

(Pre-hook)
IÂ’m like hey! Whassup! Hello
Since you pretty awsome
As you come on the door I just wanna chill
Gotta a sack for us to roll
Marry to the money, introduce you to my stove
Show her how to wip it, now she remixing for low
She my trap queen, let her roll the bando
WeÂ’ll be counting on watch her for the banz thou
We just set and do talk about your limboÂ’s
ThereÂ’s fifty gram for the hunnits grams thou
Man I swear I love her, how she work that damn pow
Hit the street club, weÂ’ll be landing banz and go
Everybody hating we just call the fence dog
In love with the money, I ainÂ’t never lettinÂ’ go

(Hook)
And I get high with my baby
I just love them all, IÂ’m gettingÂ’ fly with my babe
Yeah, and I get rock with my baby
IÂ’ll be in the kitchen cooking cock for my babe, yeah
And I get rock with my baby
I just love them all, IÂ’m gettingÂ’ fly with my babe
Yeah, and I get rock with my baby
IÂ’ll be in the kitchen cooking cock for my babe

(Verse)
I took her from another nigga
I get lot of pussy down
I got money in the air, plus I know how to dick her round
She get tensioned, yeah lil mamma, I just put some money over
Fuck the fall, we straight
She stop fucking with a nigga
He ainÂ’t fuck her how I love her
He ainÂ’t love her how I love her
Man sure I lock it out, so I came about and roll
Try to double bike and get whatever she
She taking back just like I would and ainÂ’t no bally time yeah

(Hook)

(Verse)
Trap queen cuz all we know is banz
I just might snatch a prone and get the bomb
I blow a lim, I just might snatch her enough
And drop a couple on her wip
She ainÂ’t waiting for nothing because I got her everything
So walk throw the bando, she might need and I canÂ’t go
Run me bush got he stando
Call it and hall it the banzo
Boy how far can your banz go?
Call me rock and then on fifty thousand
Shit and will stand on with you check with all my pockets

(Hook)

(Pre-hook)

IÂ’ve smoking dope and you know in the back is where I blow
Run me boy fatty I that shit and thatÂ’s for sure
All in your house, then I fuck your hoer
Driving me boy and nothing,
 

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