LiveLikeDavis - Trap Queen (Remix) lyrics

[Verse: LiveLikeDavis] I'm like "hey, what's up, goodbye" It's your boy Live and I'm coming from L.A I wasn't gonna do the remix cause I heard it way too much I got n***as with the tray and I got songz so bottoms up Bottoms up, bottoms up, sh** please don't k** my juug Please don't fill my cup, I'm just way too drunk I think I fell in love with Trap Queen, y-yeah baby I dated all my old hoes, they mad lately Hold up, I get high with my baby Okay, she be goin' oh so crazy I had her legs apart like she was Jordan I'm like the TMZ, I stay recording Right now I'm in the bando Find a couple b**hes, wasn't in the plans doe Had her in the beach house, we was bumpin' Chano Matter fact I'm lyin', she was bumpin' Juicy J I was on that Big Sean, bumpin' on that 2 fake Too late if your n***as ready I send those guys to come and get you But make sure you breathing She say she wanna call out like not matter what she say And if she ever try to leave I'm asking what's the reason You ain't leavin' Cause I get high with my baby I just rolled up front, I'm bout to fly with my baby, yeah They call me LiveLikeBaby, LiveLikeBaby Drive these hoes crazy [Partial Bridge: Fetty Wap] I'm like "hey, what's up, hello" Seen yo pretty a** 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 50, 60 grand, 500 grams though Man, I swear I love her 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 never letting go [Hook: Fetty Wap] And I get 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 with my baby And I can ride with my baby I just left the mall, I'm gettin' fly with my baby, yeaaahhh And I can ride with my baby I be in the kitchen cookin' pies with my baby [Full Bridge: Fetty Wap] I'm like "hey, what's up, hello" Seen yo pretty a** 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 50, 60 grand, 500 grams though Man, I swear I love her 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 never letting go I be smoking dope and you know Backwoods what I roll Remy Boy, Fetty eating sh** up that's fasho I'll run in ya house, then I'll f** your ho Cause Remy Boyz or nothin', Re-Re-Remy Boyz or nothin' [Hook: Fetty Wap] [Bridge: Fetty Wap]