Trai'D - Gutta Bitch (Remix) (Feat. DJ Khaled, Trina, Bun B, Ace Hood, & Hurricane Chris) N\A | Текст песни

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• Gutta Bitch (Remix) (Feat. DJ Khaled, Trina, Bun B, Ace Hood, & Hurricane Chris) N\A

[Chorus:] Dats why I love her She my gutta bitch gotta gutta bitch [x2] Dats my gutta bitch [x3] I-I-I love her She my gutta bitch gotta gutta bitch [x2] [Verse 1:] Sassy and she classy, fly and she flashy Gutta dats my gutta bitch badd and she nasty If you beefin with me she say you beefin with her You say you brawlin with me den she'll be beatin you up Plus she ain't scared of nothin Ridin and she bustin fightin and we fussin We endin up fuckin She gutta and I love her break bread got her covered That's a bet like a brother same set same color She bad as she wanna be and dats real talk And I can tell you wat she gonna be down for a nigga 'money ova bitches' she got me breakin all the rules Ballin out for her ass my niggas tell me I'm a fool Don't trip not at all cause money ain't a thang She breakin bread too and her friends say the same Plus she hate suckin dick but she do it for me Expectin nothin in return boy she real as can be [Chorus: x2] Dats why I love her She my gutta bitch gotta gutta bitch [x2] (She bad)dats my gutta bitch (badd) [x3] I-I-I love her She my gutta bitch gotta gutta bitch [x2] (She bad) dat my gutta bitch (badd) [x3] [Verse 2:] Outfit pricey don't she look icy Gutta as it gets yea I like me chick fiesty Always tryna fight me I don't fight back Cause she hangs up all mad the she calls right back Look she wanna be my wifey poppin rubberbands A beat downs likely if you push up on her man I don't think you understand she'll do it on the double The baddest little chick I can't keep her outta trouble And when she hit me up I put it down on her My calculator girl I can always count on her Soon as I catch a case she gets a.d.d Cause when laws come around look she ain't seen me All her purses gucci, coach, or they prada All her shades louis, dolce, and gabanna It gets crazy when she jealous she callin by the hour But damn that's why I love her Don't know wat I'll do without her [Chorus: x2] Dats why I love her She my gutta bitch gotta gutta bitch [x2] (She bad) dats my gutta bitch (badd) [x3] I-I-I love her She my gutta bitch gotta gutta bitch [x2] (She bad) dat my gutta bitch (badd) [x3] [Verse 3:] We can eat a finer places but she satisfied with fast food Attitude is dat kool but bitchy when in bad moods Thick standin 5'2 titties with an ass too Tat on her tittie got my name for a tattoo Ridin through the city I'd rather be with no one else Bumpin my music like she wrote the shit herself She don't tolerate that bullshit and I don't do the same She'll give it to a hater talkin bad about my name I love her and I'll tell you that I love ya ain't shit Gon and ask her how she feel and I bet she same the same shit ? and she kno that and that's every damn event I keep it real with her ass and that's 1oo % Niggas holla and I know dat and dats wat I expect I trust her like she truse me so she always come correct I can tell you all about her but I doubt you understand If you got you one too then raise ya muthafuckin hand [Chorus: x2] Dats why I love her She my gutta bitch gotta gutta bitch [x2] (She bad) dats my gutta bitch (badd) [x3] I-I-I love her She my gutta bitch gotta gutta bitch [x2] (She bad) dat my gutta bitch (badd) [x3]