Trai'd - Gutta b**h 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