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Fetty Wap Trap Queen

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Tom: C (com acordes na forma de G ) Capostraste na 5ª casa Em I'm like "hey, what's up, hello" Am C Seen yo pretty ass soon as you came in that door D Em I just wanna chill, got a sack for us to roll Am C Married to the money, introduced her to my stove D Em Showed her how to whip it, now she remixin' for low C Am She my trap queen, let her hit the bando C Em We be countin' up, watch how far them bands go Am C We just set a goal, talkin' matchin' Lambos D Em Got 56 a gram, prob' a 100 grams though Am C Man, I swear I love her how she work the damn pole D Em Hit the strip club, we be letting bands go Am C Everybody hating, we just call them fans though D Em In love with the money, I ain't never letting go Am And I get high with my baby C D Em I just left the mall, I'm getting fly with my baby, yeah Am And I can ride with my baby C D Em I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby, yeah Am And I get high with my baby C D Em I just left the mall, I'm getting fly with my baby, yeah Am And I can ride with my baby C D Em I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby, yeah Em Am I hit the strip with my trap queen cause all we know is bands C D I just might snatch a Ferrari and buy my boo a Lamb' Em Am I might just snatch her necklace, drop a couple on a ring C D She ain't want it for nothin' because I got her everything Em Am Bitch you up in the bando, without deniro can't go C D Remi boys got extendo, count up hella dem bands tho Em How far can your Benz go? Am C Fetty Wap I'm living fifty thousand K how I stand tho D Em If you checking out my pockets hol' up Am And I get high with my baby C D Em I just left the mall, I'm getting fly with my baby, yeah Am And I can ride with my baby C D Em I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby, yeah Am And I get high with my baby C D Em I just left the mall, I'm getting fly with my baby, yeah Am And I can ride with my baby C D Em I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby, yeah Em I'm like "hey, what's up, hello" Am C Seen yo pretty ass soon as you came in that door D Em I just wanna chill, got a sack for us to roll Am C Married to the money, introduced her to my stove D Em Showed her how to whip it, now she remixin' for low C Am She my trap queen, let her hit the bando C Em We be countin' up, watch how far them bands go Am C We just set a goal, talkin' matchin' Lambos D Em Got 56 a gram, prob' a 100 grams though Am C Man, I swear I love her how she work the damn pole D Em Hit the strip club, we be letting bands go Am C Everybody hating, we just call them fans though D Em In love with the money, I ain't never letting go Em Am I be smoking dope and you know Backwoods what I roll D Em Remy Boy, Fetty eating shit up that's fasho Am C Ill run in ya house, then I'll fuck your ho D Em Cause Remy Boyz or nothing, Re-Re-Remy Boyz or nothing [Final] Am C D

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