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joey fatts - gudda bitch lyrics

[intro: sample]
got the brakes fixed on the car, that’s what i been doing
what you been doing?
you been fucking around?
nope
let me smell your d-ck
girl, you better get off that bullshit
nah, if you ain’t been hoeing around, you been all busy, busy, busy, let me smell your d-ck, i can tell
doubt that

[verse 1]
you wake up hella early, in the morning, fussing and fightin’
say you need re-ssurance that you the only one that i’m pipin’
and then i give you that, we make up, you nagging again
what type of shit is that? sometimes, i think we better off friends
fucking on b-tches bare back was not the thing to do
so the fact that i’m doing that, she say, “i’m loving you”
i’m serving just to give you more, at least i’m on my work wit’ you
smokers started knocking at the door, see, now you servin’ too
down b-tch, we together through whatever, stormy weather
chasing cheddar and if the feds kick the door, she helen keller
i swear to god, she all i need up in this life of sin
tryna come up together, me and my gutter b-tch

[hook]
it’s just me and my gutter b-tch, me and my gutter b-tch
it’s just me and my
it’s just me and my gutter b-tch, me and my gutter b-tch
it’s just me and my, it’s just me and my
girl, you know shit gon’ change
but promise me that you’ll remain the same
through whatever, through the joy and the pain
that i’m the one that you wanna be with
’cause it’s me and my, it’s just me and my gutter b-tch

[verse 2]
on tuesdays and thursdays, the sets, they hot
those the days the narks patrolling the block
shit those the days that we flop, pull up then i tell her, “tonight
if they ain’t there then we ransacking the spot”
just me and my b-tch, out here grinding till the break of dawn
us against the world, bonnie and clyde the type of shit we on
hitting these licks, using these bricks as a stepping stone
stacking these chips so one day, we can leave this shit alone
but for now we gotta get it how we live, worried ’bout this money
now what b-tch you think i’m fucking with? do a nigga like sonny
if he playing with my money mitch, on that gutter shit
and my gutter b-tch might fuck around and gut a b-tch
down for whatever, through stormy weather and sunny days
down for whatever, we stick together ’cause crime pays
i swear to god, she all i need up in this life of sin
she stay down for the come up so i’m down till the end

- joey fatts lyrics

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