Trap Queen - Ed Sheeran (艾德·希兰)

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I'm like hey what's up hello

Seen yo pretty a*s 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 hit the bando

We be countin' up watch how far them bands go

We just set a goal talkin' matchin' Lambos

Got 56 a gram prob' a 100 grams though

Man I swear I love her how she work the d**n 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

And I get high with my baby

I just left the mall I'm getting fly with my baby yeah

And I can ride with my baby

I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby yeah

And I get high with my baby

I just left the mall I'm getting fly with my baby yeah

And I can ride with my baby

I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby yeah

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 necklace drop a couple on a ring

She ain't want it for nothin' because I got her everything

And I'm up in the bando without deniro can't go

Remi boys got extendo count up hella bands tho

How far can your Benz go

Fetty Wap I'm living fifty thousand K how I stand tho

If you checking out my pockets hol' up

Oh I get high with my baby

I just left the mall I'm getting fly with my baby yeah

I can ride with my baby

I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby yeah

Oh I get high with my baby

I just left the mall I'm getting fly with my baby yeah

And I can ride with my baby

I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby

Like hello

Seen yo pretty a*s 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 hit the bando

We be countin' up watch how far them bands go

We just set a goal talkin' matchin' Lambos

50 60 grand 5 100 grams though

Man I swear I love her how she work the d**n 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

I be smoking d**e and you know backwoods what I roll

Remy boy fetty eating s**t up that's fasho

I'll run in ya house then I'll f**k your h*e

Remy boyz are nuttin' Remy-Remy boyz are

I get high with my baby

I just left the mall I'm getting fly with my baby now

And I can ride with my baby

I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby now

And I get high with my baby

I just left the mall I'm getting fly with my baby now

And I can ride with my baby

I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby now

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