Fetty Wap

Fetty Wap

Trap Queen
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Verso 1: 
                          Am 
I'm like "hey, what's up, hello" 
                Dm                          F 
Seen yo pretty ass soon as you came in that door 
              G                           Am 
I just wanna chill, got a sack for us to roll 
               Dm                           F 
Married to the money, introduced her to my stove 
                  G                             Am 
Showed her how to whip it, now she remixin' for low 
             F                       Dm 
She my trap queen, let her hit the bando 
               F                           Am 
We be countin' up, watch how far them bands go 
              Dm                      F 
We just set a goal, talkin' matchin' Lambos 
          G                      Am 
Got 56 a gram, prob' a 100 grams though 
                    Dm                         F 
Man, I swear I love her how she work the damn pole 
              G                         Am 
Hit the strip club, we be letting bands go 
           Dm                            F 
Everybody hating, we just call them fans though 
                  G                           Am 
In love with the money, I ain't never letting go 


Hook 2x: 
          Dm 
And I get high with my baby 
F                                  G                    Am 
I just left the mall, I'm getting fly with my baby, yeah 
          Dm 
And I can ride with my baby 
F                            G                     Am 
I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby, yeah 


Verso 2: 
           Am                            Dm                 
I hit the strip with my trap queen cause all we know is bands 
                 F                 G 
I just might snatch a Ferrari and buy my boo a Lamb' 
                 Am                        Dm 
I might just snatch her necklace, drop a couple on a ring 
            F                             G 
She ain't want it for nothin' because I got her everything 
           Am                        Dm 
Bitch you up in the bando, without deniro can't go 
       F                         G 
Remi boys got extendo, count up hella dem bands tho 
     Am 
How far can your Benz go? 
Dm                                  F               
Fetty Wap I'm living fifty thousand K how I stand tho 
        G                         Am 
If you checking out my pockets hol' up 


Hook 2x: 
          Dm 
And I get high with my baby 
F                                  G                    Am 
I just left the mall, I'm getting fly with my baby, yeah 
          Dm 
And I can ride with my baby 
F                            G                     Am 
I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby, yeah 


Verso 1 Repeat 

              Am                                Dm 
I be smoking dope and you know Backwoods what I roll 
           G                            Am 
Remy Boy, Fetty eating shit up that's fasho 
               Dm                        F 
Ill run in ya house, then I'll fuck your ho 
                     G                           Am 
Cause Remy Boyz or nothing, Re-Re-Remy Boyz or nothing 


Dm F G

Enviado por: Deivid Cavalcanti

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