Trai'd Gutta Bitch текст песни, слова песни Gutta Bitch Trai'd
Trai'd - Gutta Bitch
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]
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