Trap Queen (cover) Lyrics - Singles - Ed Sheeran

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I'm like, "Hey, what up? Hello." 

Seen your 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 remixing for low 

She my trap queen, let her hit the bando 

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

We just set a goal, talkin' matchin' Lambos 

50, 60 grand, prob' a hundred grams though 

Man, I swear she love it how she work the damn 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 ever letting go 

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And I get high with my baby 

I just left them all, 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, now 

And I get high with my baby 

I just left them all, 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 

Hit the strip with my trap queen 'cause all we know is bands 

I might just snatch a ferrari and buy my boo a Lamb' 

I might just snatch her a necklace, drop a couple on a ring 

She ain't wanting for nothin' because I got her everything 

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

Remy boys got the stamp though, count up hella them bands though 

How far can your bands go? 

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

If you checking for my pockets I'm like 

Oh, I get high with my baby 

I just left them all, 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, now 

Oh, I get high with my baby 

I just left them all, 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 your 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 remixing for low 

She my trap queen, let her hit the bando 

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

We just set a goal, talkin' matchin' Lambos 

50, 60 grand, prob' a hundred grams though 

Man, I swear she love it how she work the damn 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 ever letting go 

I be smoking dope and you know Backwoods what I roll 

Remy Boy, Fetty eating s*** up that's fasho 

I'll run in ya house, then I'll f*** your hoe 

Remy Boyz or nothing, Re-Re-Remy Boyz or... 

Oh I get high with my baby 

I just left them all, 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, now, now 

And I get high with my baby 

I just left them all, 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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Got a sack for Esther Rowe 

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