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tre mackin – things change كلمات اغاني

remy boyz, yeaahhhh

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i’m like “hey, what’s up, h-llo”

seen yo pretty -ss 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 d-mn 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 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

i hit the strip with my trap queen cause all we know is bands

i just might sn-tch up a ‘rari and buy my boo a lamb’

i might just sn-tch her a necklace, drop a couple on a ring

she ain’t wantin’ for nothin’ because i got her everything

it’s big zoo wap from the bando, without dinero can’t go

remy boys got the stamp, though

count up h-lla, them bands though

how far can your bands go?

fetty wap i’m living fifty thousand k how i stand though

if you checkin’ for my pockets i’m like

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

i’m like “hey, what’s up, h-llo”

seen yo pretty -ss 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 d-mn 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-t up that’s fasho

i’ll run in ya house, then i’ll f-ck your ho

cause remy boyz or nothin’, re-re-remy boyz or nothin’

- tre mackin

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