Lyrics

Hitz Committee, partner That's why I love her She my gutta bitch (Ey) Gotta gutta bitch (It's yo boy MC Hitz) She my gutta bitch (2008-Ball. And right about now) Gotta gutta bitch (Trai'D) That's my gutta bitch (I want to introduce y'all to my little homie) That's my gutta bitch (Straight out of Dallas, Texas) That's my gutta bitch (Hey, Trai'D) Gotta gutta bitch (Tell em' what you got!) I-I-I love her She my gutta bitch, gotta gutta bitch She my gutta bitch, gotta gutta bitch (She bad) That's my gutta bitch (Bad) That's my gutta bitch (Bad) That's my gutta bitch Gotta gutta bitch I-I-I love her She my gutta bitch, gotta gutta bitch She my gutta bitch, gotta gutta bitch (She bad) That's my gutta bitch (Bad) That's my gutta bitch (Bad) That's my gutta bitch Gotta gutta bitch Sassy and she classy, fly and she flashy Gutta, that's my gutta bitch, bad and she nasty Those who beefin' wit' me, she say you beefin' wit' her Don't be brawlin' with me, bitch she'll be beatin' you up Plus she ain't scared of nothin' Ridin' and she bustin', fightin' and we fussin', but we endin' up fuckin' She gutta and I love her, break bread got her covered That's a bet like a brother, same set same color Plus she bad as she wanna be, and that's real talk And I can tell you what she gonna be, down for her nigga Money over bitches, got me breakin' all the rules Ballin' out for her ass, my niggas tell me I'ma fool Don't trip, not at all 'cause money ain't a thang She breaking bread too, and her friends say the same Plus she hate suckin' dick, but she'll do it for me Expecting nothing in return, boy she real as can be That's why I love her She my gutta bitch, gotta gutta bitch She my gutta bitch, gotta gutta bitch (She bad) That's my gutta bitch (Bad) That's my gutta bitch (Bad) That's my gutta bitch Gotta gutta bitch I-I-I love her She my gutta bitch, gotta gutta bitch She my gutta bitch, gotta gutta bitch (She bad) That's my gutta bitch (Bad) That's my gutta bitch (Bad) That's my gutta bitch Gotta gutta bitch Outfit pricey, don't she look icy Gutta as it gets, yeah, I like my chick feisty Always tryna fight me, I don't fight back 'Cause she hangs up all mad then she calls me right back Look, she wanna be my wifey, poppin' rubber bands A beat down's likely if you push up on her man I don't think you understand, she'll do it on the double The baddest little chick, I can't keep 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 get A.D.D 'Cause laws come around, and she ain't seen me All her purses Gucci, Coach, or they Prada All her shades Louis, Dolce & Gabbana It get crazy when she jealous, she calling by the hour But damn that's why I love her, don't know what I'd do without her I-I-I love her She my gutta bitch, gotta gutta bitch She my gutta bitch, gotta gutta bitch (She bad) That's my gutta bitch (Bad) That's my gutta bitch (Bad) That's my gutta bitch Gotta gutta bitch I-I-I love her She my gutta bitch, gotta gutta bitch She my gutta bitch, gotta gutta bitch (She bad) That's my gutta bitch (Bad) That's my gutta bitch (Bad) That's my gutta bitch Gotta gutta bitch We can eat at finer places, but she satisfied with fast food Attitude is that coo, but bitchy when in bad moods Thick standing 5'2", titties wit' an ass too Tat on her titty, got my name for a tattoo Riding through the D, I'd rather be with no one else 'Cause she bumpin' up my music, like she wrote the shit herself She don't tolerate that bullshit, and I don't 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, ain't shit Go on ask her how she feel, bet she say the same shit Groupies holla and she know that, and that's every damn event I keep it real wit' her ass, and that's 100 percent Niggas holla and I know dat, that's what I expect But 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 nigga raise ya damn hands I-I-I love her She my gutta bitch, gotta gutta bitch She my gutta bitch, gotta gutta bitch (She bad) That's my gutta bitch (Bad) That's my gutta bitch (Bad) That's my gutta bitch Gotta gutta bitch I-I-I love her She my gutta bitch, gotta gutta bitch She my gutta bitch, gotta gutta bitch (She bad) That's my gutta bitch (Bad) That's my gutta bitch (Bad) That's my gutta bitch Gotta gutta bitch I-I-I love her She my gutta bitch, gotta gutta bitch She my gutta bitch, gotta gutta bitch (She bad) That's my gutta bitch (Bad) That's my gutta bitch (Bad) That's my gutta bitch Gotta gutta bitch I-I-I love her She my gutta bitch, gotta gutta bitch She my gutta bitch, gotta gutta bitch (She bad) That's my gutta bitch (Bad) That's my gutta bitch (Bad) That's my gutta bitch Gotta gutta bitch Hey, nigga (Trai'D) What it is (Hitz Committee) Trai'D, what's up? D-town, y'all on the map now already That's why I love her She my gutta bitch, gotta gutta bitch (If you a G-U-T-T-A) She my gutta bitch, gotta gutta bitch (Put ya hands in the sky) That's my gutta bitch (Hitz Committee, partner) That's my gutta bitch That's my gutta bitch (2018) Gotta gutta bitch (Whenever)
Writer(s): Joseph Dewayne Collins, Bradley Philip Brown, Joseph Aschalew, Lee Bradley Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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