Plies

Plies - Trap Queen (Freestyle)

rate me

(Pre-hook)

I’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

We’ll be counting on watch her for the banz thou

We just set and do talk about your limbo’s

There’s fifty gram for the hunnits grams thou

Man I swear I love her, how she work that damn pow

Hit the street club, we’ll be landing banz and go

Everybody hating we just call the fence dog

In love with the money, I ain’t never lettin’ go

(Hook)

And I get high with my baby

I just love them all, I’m getting’ fly with my babe

Yeah, and I get rock with my baby

I’ll be in the kitchen cooking cock for my babe, yeah

And I get rock with my baby

I just love them all, I’m getting’ fly with my babe

Yeah, and I get rock with my baby

I’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 ain’t fuck her how I love her

He ain’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 ain’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 ain’t waiting for nothing because I got her everything

So walk throw the bando, she might need and I can’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)

I’ve smoking dope and you know in the back is where I blow

Run me boy fatty I that shit and that’s for sure

All in your house, then I fuck your hoer

Driving me boy and nothing,

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