Shy Glizzy - Trap Queen (Freestyle) lyrics

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(Hook)

I’m like hey what’s up, hello

Seen yo pretty ass 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 remix it fo' low

She my trap queen, let her hit the bando

We be countin' up, watch how far them bands go

We just had to go, talkin' bout yo Lambo

A 50-60 gram for 100 grams tho

Man, I swear I luv her, how she rip the damn pole

Hit the strip club, we be lettin' bands go

Everybody hatin', we just call 'em fans, tho

In luv with the money, I ain't neva let it go

(Post-Hook x2)

And now I'm 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 fo' my baby

(Verse: Glizzy)

(I’m like hey what’s up, hello)

That's my trap queen, she a nigga' Dream Hoe

After she gave me head she asked me if I'm single

She heard of pocket rocking, that bitch got the band off

Fucked five glizzys in a roll, that's why I called her bingo

And I get high with you, baby

Nigga, we not beefin', then it's bad fo' you, baby

Yeah, and I get fly with you, baby

We be all in neiman, she tired of going to Macy's ,

She say Jefe my gear, you're the trapper of the year

Hit me baby one more time, oh she got that Britney Spears

Keep that chopper at her house said she don't touch it cuz she scared

And I call her every time I gotta bust a nigga's head

She my trap queen, keep her off the rock scene

She Hatus Maxima, people think she's Maxine

I gotta shoot that duck, it ain't no fuckin' fly scene

I used the service as before I did the rag queen

Aye!

(Post-Hook x2)

(Hook)

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