sobe j. - yes i am his gutta bitch lyrics
i don’t dougie i just do my paper dance
i don’t dougie i just do my paper dance
i don’t dougie i just do my paper dance
yes i am his gutta b-tch. yes i am his gutta b-tch
that rider b-tch that try that sh-t. you gutta b-tch, he got his b-tch
yes i am his gutta b-tch. yes i am his gutta b-tch
that rider b-tch that try that sh-t. you gutta b-tch, he got his b-tch
yes i am his gutta b-tch, pull the ak-47 out on these hoes
you talking all that sh-t, but you don’t really want to see it
b-tch don’t want to see the four four put a hole in her mother f-cking dome
b-tches don’t call me sobe j. for no mother f-cking reason
down -ss b-tch, and i’m gutta -ss b-tch
and i’m down to hit a l!ck sticking all these p-ssy mother f-ckers up
for all they mother f-cking pacos. we hit a l!ck
moving all that sh-t across saint louis, moving all that mother f-cking white across saint louis
and when i’m in the kitchen, i work like a mother f-cking fool
my wrist game sick, b-tch you wish you knew
down down -ss b-tch, gutta gutta -ss b-tch
i’ll beat your -ss if you try to f-ck my n-gga b-tch
yes i am his gutta b-tch. yes i am his gutta b-tch
that rider b-tch that try that sh-t. you gutta b-tch, he got his b-tch
yes i am his gutta b-tch. yes i am his gutta b-tch
that rider b-tch that try that sh-t. you gutta b-tch, he got his b-tch
once again, hoes rapping at the mouth
i ain’t gone tell you hoes twice, three times then i’m coming for you life
put your -ss in a black bag
with a f-cking toe tag
b-tches don’t want to see me, i’m so f-cking silly
ol’girl don’t want to bang with me
sobe j. get the mother f-cking sobe bottle
and crack it across your mother f-cking dome
put her -ss in the dirt. put that b-tch in a hurse
stomp these hoes out make them hurt make them bleed
if you ain’t from the hood,then you can’t f-ck with me
real b-tches recognize gutta b-tches
weak hoes know that they can’t f-ck with me
when it come to these hand i’m so deadly
hit her -ss with a left, upper cut that b-tch
hit her -ss with a right, you so irrelevant b-tch
yes i am his gutta b-tch. yes i am his gutta b-tch
that rider b-tch that try that sh-t. you gutta b-tch, he got his b-tch
yes i am his gutta b-tch. yes i am his gutta b-tch
that rider b-tch that try that sh-t. you gutta b-tch, he got his b-tch
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