Trai'd - Gutta b**h Remix lyrics

That's why I love her- She my gutta' b**h. Gotta' gutta' b**h. She my gutta' b**h. Gotta' gutta' b**h. That's my gutta' b**h- that's my gutta' b**h- that's my gutta' b**h. That's why I love her- she my gutta' b**h. Yeah! Gotta' gutta' b**h. Yeah! She my gutta' b**h. Yeah! Gotta' gutta' b**h. Yeah! She bad- that's my my gutta' b**h. Yeah! Bad- that's my my gutta' b**h. Yeah! Bad- that's my my gutta' b**h. Yeah! Gotta' gutta' b**h. I- I love her- she my gutta' b**h. Aye! Gotta' gutta' b**h. She my gutta' b**h. Gotta' gutta' b**h. She bad- that's my my gutta' b**h. Bad- that's my my gutta' b**h. Bad- that's my my gutta' b**h. Aye! Gotta' gutta' b**h. Verse 1 Aye, say- Where all my gutta' chicks at? Where my peeps fly? From Florida to Alabama, Georgia, Louisiana- Missouri do ya' hear me- they some bad mamajamas. From Texas to Oklahoma- Mississippi got it bad. I been all across the globe and I can tell you where they at. Let me see the Carolinas- carry some of the finest little baddest and the hottest- Got a body of a goddess. I'm back and with the best- Best! And I put that on everything- Curly- Ace- Bun B- Trina- an' Hurricane! Verse 2 (Inaudible) Ain't nobody got to ask her who she wit- five hundred g's and I need good homes. And I had to get a 4-1-1 900 before I let her get a number to my phone- I'm so cold even if my gutta' chicken ain't got no pockets- her pockets are on swoll. She brangin' protection and snappin' on whoever look at her wrong. I don't be trippin' she handle all her business like she grown. When I get visits from other chickens she don't thank that I'm wrong. I suppose, she don't like it when I'm away too long. That's why I love her- she my gutta' b**h. Gutta'! Gotta' gutta' b**h. Gutta'! She my gutta' b**h. Gutta'! Gotta' gutta' b**h. Gutta'! She bad- that's my my gutta' b**h. Gutta'! Bad- that's my my gutta' b**h. Gutta'! Bad- that's my my gutta' b**h. Gutta'! Gotta' gutta' b**h. I- I love her- she my gutta' b**h. Aye! Gotta' gutta' b**h. She my gutta' b**h. Gotta' gutta' b**h. She bad- that's my my gutta' b**h. Bad- that's my my gutta' b**h. Bad- that's my my gutta' b**h. Aye! Gotta' gutta' b**h. Verse 3: Trina Uh huh- Trina- yea. I'm help my n***a go an get this cheese- Gutta' chick- that's right, that's me. Ova' the stove- cookin' dem bricks. f** the Feds- don't snap, no clicks... I'mma ride or die till the wheels fall off. And if he get caught- I'mma pay the cost. He's the boss and I'm his chick- and I'mma do whateva' so we stay rich. Feds askin'- tryin' to build him a case- Tell 'em 'Gutta' gutta' better get out my face!' Interrogating- I ain't with that. Like I'm dumb, say 'Yea, I sling that.' I don't know jack and I'm no rat- ain't did sh** and if I did then prove that. 3-0-5 I'm that chick and I'mma ride (inaudible). Verse 4 I like dem G-U-T-T-A- she move dem bricks let me get that K. And she bad gotta see her shape- gotta see her face- don't f** wit fake. Bet it all dog- my b**h don't play- look at dem tattoos on her face. b**h got a problem- catch a case- f** that mink she tot dem K's. It could free up everyday just to weave it up in braids. Get her toes and nails done- gotta' show dem b**hes self-made. She's so G-U-T-T-A- roll that dope and blow for days. Got a whip on 26 with a Halle Berry face- And uh- That's why I love her- she my gutta' b**h. Gutta'! Gotta' gutta' b**h. Gutta'! She my gutta' b**h. Gutta'! Gotta' gutta' b**h. Gutta'! She bad- that's my my gutta' b**h. Gutta'! Bad- that's my my gutta' b**h. Gutta'! Bad- that's my my gutta' b**h. Gutta'! Gotta' gutta' b**h. I- I love her- she my gutta' b**h. Aye! Gotta' gutta' b**h. She my gutta' b**h. Gotta' gutta' b**h. She bad- that's my my gutta' b**h. Bad- that's my my gutta' b**h. Bad- that's my my gutta' b**h. Aye! Gotta' gutta' b**h. Verse 5 She a bad little boppa'- a real show stoppa'. I love when she drop herself to da floor an pop up. Back to the beat- movein' fasta' than a choppa'. I betcha she could break a trill playa' off propa'. About to get up on it shawty- ain't no hesitating. I been lookin' at ya' body all night and I been waitin'. I see dem boys standin' on the sidelines hatein'- I rather 1 and 8 an watch'em all start skatein'. It's U-G-K for life- all I beat is sweet dome. Now pop it for da pimp- go get your boogie on. I'm all about the dome like an old school strobe. So all gutta' chicks get down on da dance flo'. That's why I love her- she my gutta' b**h. Aye! Gotta' gutta' b**h. She my gutta' b**h. Aye! Gotta' gutta' b**h. She bad- that's my my gutta' b**h. Bad- that's my my gutta' b**h. Bad- that's my my gutta' b**h. Aye! Gotta' gutta' b**h. I-I why I love her- she my gutta' b**h. Aye! Gotta' gutta' b**h. She my gutta' b**h. Aye! Gotta' gutta' b**h. She bad- that's my my gutta' b**h. Bad- that's my my gutta' b**h. Bad- that's my my gutta' b**h. Aye! Gotta' gutta' b**h. I love her.