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Fetty Wap - RGF Island

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20150127 ===== [Hook] My niggas stack their money just to spend it Cause when you die you cannot take it with you If you ain't beefin' 'bout the money, then what's the problem? Don't worry about my niggas cause I got 'em My niggas stack their money just to spend it Cause when you die you cannot take it with you And if you ain't beefin' 'bout no money, then what's the problem? Don't worry about my niggas, ZooWap got 'em [Verse] On everything, for 17 I'm wildin' Treat my whole squad on an island Ziploc gang, bring a lighter It's gon' be a house party on this island Shit boom like M80s on this island It's a lot of trillionaires throwin' dollars Causin' pure hell, wildin' out on this island I do this too swell, my pockets too swell Come try the 100 gang, man they'll shoot ya I do this for my squad, I do this for my gang I do this for my squad, I do this for my gang It’s Zoovier f...

Fetty Wap - Again

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20150127 ===== [Hook] I want you to be mine again, baby I know my lifestyle is driving you crazy I cannot see myself without you We call them fans though, girl you know how we do I go out of my way to please you I go out of my way to see you And I want you to be mine again baby I know my lifestyle is driving you crazy But, I cannot see myself without you We call them fans though, girl you know how we do I go out of my way to please you I go out of the way to see you I ain’t playing no games, I need you [Verse 1] Baby, can you understand I’m a young nigga living Coming from the trap, all a nigga know is get it I ain’t chasing no pussy, girl I’m talking ‘bout the digits Big bank rolls in my pockets, all fifties Turned a little check, then, I showed you I could triple it Baby, it’s Zoovier, only want you I don’t give a fuck who cares, tats on my face She don’t give a fuck who stares, looking too good Get you fucked on sight I’m tryna finish this who I starte...

Fetty Wap - 679 ft. Remy Boyz

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20150514 ===== [ntro: Fetty Wap] Yeaaah baby, 17 Ay, ay, look [Verse 1: Fetty Wap] Baby girl, you're so damn fine though I'm tryna know if I could hit it from behind though I'm sipping on you like some fine wine though And when it's over, I press rewind though, ay You talking bands, girl, I got it Benjamins all in my pocket I traded in my Trues for some Robins He playing Batman, Fetty's gon' rob him, ay I got a Glock in my 'Rari, ay, 17 shots, no 38 I got a Glock in my 'Rari, 17 shots, no 38 [Hook: Fetty Wap] I'm like, yeah, she's fine Wonder when she'll be mine She walk past, I press rewind To see that ass one more time And I got this sewed up Remy Boyz, they know us All fast money, no slow bucks No one can control us Ay, yeaaah baby [Verse 2: Montana Bucks] Tell me what you see, is it money or it’s me? I smoke twenty, smell the weed, I got hunnies in my V They like, Monty, can you be my baby daddy, I’m li...

Fetty Wap - My Way

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201400 ===== [Hook: Fetty Wap] Baby, won't you come my way? Got something I want to say Cannot keep you out my brain But first off Imma start by saying this, ay All headshots if you think you could take my bitch, ay And I'm too turnt, when I shoot, swear I won't miss, ay Ba-Baby, won't you come my way? Baby, won't you come my way? [Verse 1: Fetty Wap] Ba-Ba-Baby This is something you should know, I don't ever chase no hoes I spotted you, you had that glow, watch me pull out all this dough Take you where you want to go, flexing on your ex, I know He ain't ever take you out, barely even left your house How dare that nigga run his mouth when his pockets in a drought The last single he put out didn't even make it out And he dumb as hell and I swear his ass don't think, ay If he disrespect, two shots and I won't blink, ay Never really cared what the fuck these niggas think, ay I got deep pockets and I swear my shit's on...

Fetty Wap - Trap Queen 가@lyrics

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20140422 ===== Remy Boyz, yeah 1738 [Verse] I'm like, "Hey, what's 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 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, five hundred 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 ever letting go [Hook] And I get high with my baby I just left the mall, 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 And I can ride with my baby I just left the mall, I'm getting fly with my baby, yeah...