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That's why i love her-
She my gutta' bitch.
Gotta' gutta' bitch.
She my gutta' bitch.
Gotta' gutta' bitch.
That's my gutta' bitch- that's my gutta' bitch- that's my gutta' bitch.

That's why i love her- she my gutta' bitch.
Yeah!
Gotta' gutta' bitch.
Yeah!
She my gutta' bitch.
Yeah!
Gotta' gutta' bitch.
Yeah!
She bad- that's my my gutta' bitch.
Yeah!
Bad- that's my my gutta' bitch.
Yeah!
Bad- that's my my gutta' bitch.
Yeah!
Gotta' gutta' bitch.

I- i love her- she my gutta' bitch.
Aye!
Gotta' gutta' bitch.
She my gutta' bitch.
Gotta' gutta' bitch.
She bad- that's my my gutta' bitch.
Bad- that's my my gutta' bitch.
Bad- that's my my gutta' bitch.
Aye!
Gotta' gutta' bitch.

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' bitch.
Gutta'!
Gotta' gutta' bitch.
Gutta'!
She my gutta' bitch.
Gutta'!
Gotta' gutta' bitch.
Gutta'!
She bad- that's my my gutta' bitch.
Gutta'!
Bad- that's my my gutta' bitch.
Gutta'!
Bad- that's my my gutta' bitch.
Gutta'!
Gotta' gutta' bitch.

I- i love her- she my gutta' bitch.
Aye!
Gotta' gutta' bitch.
She my gutta' bitch.
Gotta' gutta' bitch.
She bad- that's my my gutta' bitch.
Bad- that's my my gutta' bitch.
Bad- that's my my gutta' bitch.
Aye!
Gotta' gutta' bitch.

Verse 3: trina
Uh huh- trina- yea.
I'm help my nigga go an get this cheese-
Gutta' chick- that's right, that's me.
Ova' the stove- cookin' dem bricks.
Fuck 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 shit 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 fuck wit fake.
Bet it all dog- my bitch don't play- look at dem tattoos on her face.
Bitch got a problem- catch a case- fuck 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 bitches 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' bitch.
Gutta'!
Gotta' gutta' bitch.
Gutta'!
She my gutta' bitch.
Gutta'!
Gotta' gutta' bitch.
Gutta'!
She bad- that's my my gutta' bitch.
Gutta'!
Bad- that's my my gutta' bitch.
Gutta'!
Bad- that's my my gutta' bitch.
Gutta'!
Gotta' gutta' bitch.

I- i love her- she my gutta' bitch.
Aye!
Gotta' gutta' bitch.
She my gutta' bitch.
Gotta' gutta' bitch.
She bad- that's my my gutta' bitch.
Bad- that's my my gutta' bitch.
Bad- that's my my gutta' bitch.
Aye!
Gotta' gutta' bitch.

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' bitch.
Aye!
Gotta' gutta' bitch.
She my gutta' bitch.
Aye!
Gotta' gutta' bitch.
She bad- that's my my gutta' bitch.
Bad- that's my my gutta' bitch.
Bad- that's my my gutta' bitch.
Aye!
Gotta' gutta' bitch.

I-i why i love her- she my gutta' bitch.
Aye!
Gotta' gutta' bitch.
She my gutta' bitch.
Aye!
Gotta' gutta' bitch.
She bad- that's my my gutta' bitch.
Bad- that's my my gutta' bitch.
Bad- that's my my gutta' bitch.
Aye!
Gotta' gutta' bitch.
I love her.

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