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gutta k – flipped lyrics

[intro]
you got a friend in me
you got a friend in me
when the road looks rough ahead
and you miles and miles from your nice warm bed
you just remember what your old pal said
oh you got a friend in me

grrrr
mixed tre
hahaha, gutta sh+t
mz. g

uh+huh

[verse 1: mixed tre]
mm
sack of potatos (yeah)
giving me mable (yeah)
b+tches be talking that sh+t but disabled (yeah)
built like a cradle (yeah, yeah, yeah)
horse back b+tch, pan body b+tch
having all your fans fight for you
b+tch you full of sh+t, sh+tty b+tch (aw jaybies)
might be a tranny, i might just be milli
i’m treading in p+ssy so chewy like candy
these b+tches be copying, following mommy
these b+tches be (ugh) giving cindy and wendy built
ass so fat when i walk round
probably the n+ggas be shook so their head go tilt
p+ssy on sale, worth mills
p+ssy so fat, got big boys speeding down the hills
i’m a pretty hood b+tch from chicago
pretty young b+tch like mulatto you’d think he won the latto
4, 5 shots of moscato
drunk ass n+gga, stole his money now i’m running like turbo
now down goes the beast
b+tches be bumping them gums
when i tell you this boulder built b+tch just got slid off her feet
[verse 2: mz. g]
i don’t really give a d+mn what a b+tch talking bout
i’ll pull up, turn her down if she talking loud
all i gotta do is call benny, he gon gun em down
i just left your b+tch house
yeah we was running round
please do not try it, i might get excited
you better be quiet, i’m moving in silence
i had to sleep her cause she was looking tired
you know i keep it, the strap be on the side of me
dirty dirty dallas where them n+ggas be wilding
i just left the house cause the b+tch was acting childish
you need a tune up, b+tch that p+ssy got some mileage
slapping hoes down, i don’t like to be crowded

[verse 3: gutta k]
big, big fat money long but them titties longer
i beat the b+tch up like the queen i showed her
i pulled up to the house, took a kick like gordon
i swept her off her feet, hall sweeper, i warned her
big b+tch m+ffin built. why the f+ck she playing?
cause all my n+ggas ride, all my n+ggas spraying
i’m skinny and you fat, what the f+ck is you saying?
i’m getting to this money while you tasting the pain
i heard you mad cause a little b+tch popping
got it
f+cking on them kids, that’s a problem
stop it
thought that sh+t was cute
but you known for wearing curtains as a top
that’s what you call a broke b+tch, trending topic
danny didn’t want that sloppy toppy
big gorilla b+tch, he ain’t want you cause you sloppy
now keep that sh+t cute b+tch and focus on sunny
before you eat the floor again and sleep just like a mummy
b+tch
hahaha

oh sh+t
grrrrr
gutta sh+t
ay
f+ck with me

ay, ay
wait

[verse 4: gutta k]
i’m clearing you b+tches like job applications
i don’t f+ck with b+tches, i lost dedication
i’m high as a b+tch and she mad that i made it
your face is so ugly, it’s bumpy and crated
hoes is so mad i’m the talk of the town
cause gutta that b+tch and i’m taking your crown
if a b+tch speak i’mma lay a hoe down
and i’m out with your dude and he copped me a pound
smoking on woods, can’t f+ck with no swishers
i’m his new present, wrap me up for christmas
my p+ssy wet, busting nuts like a missle
i’m not trying to talk cause i’m too quick to hit ya
no we ain’t cool cause you mad and you bitter
that onlyfans sh+t got me weak in the liver
it ain’t no beef cause that b+tch is too little
why beat a b+tch face? f+ck a case, i slid her
i’m really disgusted, n+ggas be bluffing
you left the queen to go sleep with a muppet
you left the queen to go sleep with my puppet
you left the queen now you stuck looking ugly
oh
dog face ass hoe
i don’t got a bag hoe
i be scamming n+ggas off of tinder with my ass hoe
always been a trash hoe
stay up off my ass fore’ i turn around and pop you in your sh+t with the brass bro
yes i’m the younger b+tch
yes i’m the stepper
known to have my b+tch lay a hater with the tesla
known to have the strap in the back going reckless
i’ll p+ss a b+tch off. big mad, can’t help it
you a mad b+tch (duh)
i’m a bad b+tch (duh)
been had your n+gga in the past b+tch (duh)
ring ring, this a studious p+ssy
this a grade a
i don’t give a f+ck about a b+tch
i’m too paid
give two f+cks
now i’m through, i’m through, i’m through
i’m through, i’m through, i’m through
i’m done with this fat ass b+tch
i’m through

you’re out of my weight class

- gutta k lyrics

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