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traid - gutta chick lyrics

[verse 1]
s-ssy and she cl-ssy, fly and she flashy
gutta, dats my gutta b-tch, badd and she nasty
dont be beefin wit me, she say you beefin wit her
you say you brawlin with me, b-tch she be beatin you up
plus she aint scared of nothin,
ridin and she bustin, fightin and we fussin but we endin up f-ckin
she gutta and i love her, break bread got her covered,
thats a bet like a brother, same set same color,
plus she badd as she wanna be, and thats real talk,
and i can tell you what she gonna be, down for her n-gg-
money over b-tches, she got me breakin all the rules,
ballin out for her -ss, my n-gg-s tell me imma fool,
dont trip, not at all cuz money aint a thang,
she breaking bread too, and her friends say the same,
plus she hate suckin d-ck but she do it for me,
expecting nothing in return, boy she real as can be

[chorus]x2
dats why i love her
she my gutta b-tch gotta gutta b-tch(x2)
[she badd] dats my gutta b-tch[badd](x3)
i-i-i love her
she my gutta b-tch gotta gutta b-tch(x2)
[she badd]dats my gutta b-tch(x3)[badd]

[verse 2]
outfit pricey, dont she look icey,
gutta as it gets yea i like my chicks fiesty,
always tryna fight me, i dont fight back,
cuz she hangs up all mad then she calls me right back.
look she wanna be my wifey, poppin rubberbands,
a beat downs likely if u push up on her man,
i dont think you understand she’ll do it on tha double,
tha baddest little chick i cant kep her out of trouble,
and when she hit me up, i put it down on her,
my calculator girl i can always count her,
soon as i catch a case she gets a.d.d.
cause when laws come around look she aint seen me,
all her purses gucci, coach, or they prada,
all her shades louis, dolce, and gabanna.
it get crazy when she jealous she callin by tha hour,
but d-mn thats why i love her dont know what ill do without her.

[chorus]x2
dats why i love her
she my gutta b-tch gotta gutta b-tchx2
[she badd] dats my gutta b-tch[badd]x3
i-i-i love her
she my gutta b-tch gotta gutta b-tchx2
[she badd]dats my gutta b-tchx3[badd]

[verse 3]
we can eat at finer places, but she satisfied with fast food,
att-tude is dat coo, but b-tchy when in bad moods,
thick standing 5″2, t-tties wit an -ss too,
tat on her t-ttie, got my name for a tattoo,
riding through the city, i’d rather be with no one else,
b-mpin up my music, like she wrote the sh-t herself,
she dont tolerate that bullsh-t, and i dont do the same,
she’ll give it to a hater, who talkin bad about my name,
i love her and i’ll tell you that, i love ya, aint sh-t,
gon ask her how she feel i bet she’ll say the same sh-t,
groupies holla and she know that, and thats every d-mn event,
i keep it real wit her -ss, and thats 100 percent,
n-gg-s holla and i know dat, dats what i expect,
i trust her like she trust me, so she always come correct,
i can tell you all about her, but i doubt you’ll understand,
if you got you one too then n-gg- raise ya d-mn hands

[chorus]x2
[chorus]x2
i-i-i love her
she my gutta b-tch gotta gutta b-tchx2
[badd] dats my gutta b-tchx3
i-i-i love her
she my gutta b-tch gotta gutta b-tchx2
dats my gutta b-tchx3[badd

- traid lyrics

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