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sobe j. - gutta bitch music intro lyrics

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not one hood b-tch that can do it like me
p-ssing up these b-tches like i’m on some jet skis
n-gga where you from? where you trap? oh you hood
the trillest b-tch to ever do it lets get that understood

s-x appeal is what appeals and i got alot of that
get straight to the point ain’t no time to chit chat
lay him down on his back, tell that n-gga just relax
tongue from the shaft, to the dome, to the ball sacs

bend it over for him, shake my -ss now he want to wax
but he know he gone come quick so he just smack
he gone always have a flashback
on how i made him climax

and how i got low like limbo, that n-gga know my lingo
i got to get cash prizes like i’m playing bingo
count my own bread, i don’t need no trustee
i’m hip on these b-tches like a lawyer with a degree

spend my own sh-t, i ain’t no d-mn trainee
got me a drug dealer he want me to have his baby
n-gga you pushing it your -ss must be crazy, ain’t sh-t coming out of me
you lucky i let you stick your d-ck in me m.o.e. f-ck him pay me

not one hood b-tch that can do it like me
p-ssing up these b-tches like i’m on some jet skis
n-gga where you from? where you trap? oh you hood
the trillest b-tch to ever do it lets get that understood

not one hood b-tch that can do it like me
p-ssing up these b-tches like i’m on some jet skis
n-gga where you from? where you trap? oh you hood
the trillest b-tch to ever do it lets get that understood

p-ssy so good, make a old man have a stroke
p-ssy so wet, make all the trickers go broke
lights on or lights off i’m still that b-tch
with or without that i’m still the sh-t

these hoes wear dirty sh-t, while i set my own trends
i only make enemies, f-ck a girlfriend
these hoes can’t relate, they will never comprehend
i’m who the streets recommend, the one real n-ggas could commend

gutta gutta sh-t i ain’t got time for thee suckers
on this money sh-t stuck up a few busters
you get your money in small amounts, i get my bread in cl-sters
a young -ss b-tch but got more money then her mother

not one hood b-tch that can do it like me
p-ssing up these b-tches like i’m on some jet skis
n-gga where you from? where you trap? oh you hood
the trillest b-tch to ever do it lets get that understood

not one hood b-tch that can do it like me
p-ssing up these b-tches like i’m on some jet skis
n-gga where you from? where you trap? oh you hood
the trillest b-tch to ever do it lets get that understood

it’s sobe j. b-tch sobe j
you b-tches better know my name
real b-tch music gutta b-tch music
you should influence it, yeah!



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