Låttexter: Trai'd. Gutta Bitch Remix.
That's why I love her-
She my gutta' bitch.
Gotta' gutta' bitch.
She my gutta' bitch.
Gotta' gutta' bitch.
That's my gutta' bitch- that's my gutta' bitch- that's my gutta' bitch.
That's why I love her- she my gutta' bitch.
Yeah!
Gotta' gutta' bitch.
Yeah!
She my gutta' bitch.
Yeah!
Gotta' gutta' bitch.
Yeah!
She bad- that's my my gutta' bitch.
Yeah!
Bad- that's my my gutta' bitch.
Yeah!
Bad- that's my my gutta' bitch.
Yeah!
Gotta' gutta' bitch.
I- I love her- she my gutta' bitch.
Aye!
Gotta' gutta' bitch.
She my gutta' bitch.
Gotta' gutta' bitch.
She bad- that's my my gutta' bitch.
Bad- that's my my gutta' bitch.
Bad- that's my my gutta' bitch.
Aye!
Gotta' gutta' bitch.
Verse 1
Aye, say-
Where all my gutta' chicks at?
Where my peeps fly?
From Florida to Alabama, Georgia, Louisiana-
Missouri do ya' hear me- they some bad mamajamas.
From Texas to Oklahoma- Mississippi got it bad.
I been all across the globe and I can tell you where they at.
Let me see the Carolinas- carry some of the finest little baddest and the hottest-
Got a body of a goddess.
I'm back and with the best-
Best!
And I put that on everything-
Curly- Ace- Bun B- Trina- an' Hurricane!
Verse 2
(Inaudible)
Ain't nobody got to ask her who she wit- five hundred g's and I need good homes.
And I had to get a 4-1-1 900 before I let her get a number to my phone-
I'm so cold even if my gutta' chicken ain't got no pockets- her pockets are on swoll.
She brangin' protection and snappin' on whoever look at her wrong.
I don't be trippin' she handle all her business like she grown.
When I get visits from other chickens she don't thank that I'm wrong.
I suppose, she don't like it when I'm away too long.
That's why I love her- she my gutta' bitch.
Gutta'!
Gotta' gutta' bitch.
Gutta'!
She my gutta' bitch.
Gutta'!
Gotta' gutta' bitch.
Gutta'!
She bad- that's my my gutta' bitch.
Gutta'!
Bad- that's my my gutta' bitch.
Gutta'!
Bad- that's my my gutta' bitch.
Gutta'!
Gotta' gutta' bitch.
I- I love her- she my gutta' bitch.
Aye!
Gotta' gutta' bitch.
She my gutta' bitch.
Gotta' gutta' bitch.
She bad- that's my my gutta' bitch.
Bad- that's my my gutta' bitch.
Bad- that's my my gutta' bitch.
Aye!
Gotta' gutta' bitch.
Verse 3: Trina
Uh huh- Trina- yea.
I'm help my nigga go an get this cheese-
Gutta' chick- that's right, that's me.
Ova' the stove- cookin' dem bricks.
Fuck the Feds- don't snap, no clicks...
I'mma ride or die till the wheels fall off.
And if he get caught- I'mma pay the cost.
He's the boss and I'm his chick- and I'mma do whateva' so we stay rich.
Feds askin'- tryin' to build him a case-
Tell 'em 'Gutta' gutta' better get out my face!'
Interrogating- I ain't with that.
Like I'm dumb, say 'Yea, I sling that.'
I don't know jack and I'm no rat- ain't did shit and if I did then prove that.
3-0-5 I'm that chick and I'mma ride (inaudible).
Verse 4
I like dem G-U-T-T-A- she move dem bricks let me get that K.
And she bad gotta see her shape- gotta see her face- don't fuck wit fake.
Bet it all dog- my bitch don't play- look at dem tattoos on her face.
Bitch got a problem- catch a case- fuck that mink she tot dem K's.
It could free up everyday just to weave it up in braids.
Get her toes and nails done- gotta' show dem bitches self-made.
She's so G-U-T-T-A- roll that dope and blow for days.
Got a whip on 26 with a Halle Berry face-
And uh-
That's why I love her- she my gutta' bitch.
Gutta'!
Gotta' gutta' bitch.
Gutta'!
She my gutta' bitch.
Gutta'!
Gotta' gutta' bitch.
Gutta'!
She bad- that's my my gutta' bitch.
Gutta'!
Bad- that's my my gutta' bitch.
Gutta'!
Bad- that's my my gutta' bitch.
Gutta'!
Gotta' gutta' bitch.
I- I love her- she my gutta' bitch.
Aye!
Gotta' gutta' bitch.
She my gutta' bitch.
Gotta' gutta' bitch.
She bad- that's my my gutta' bitch.
Bad- that's my my gutta' bitch.
Bad- that's my my gutta' bitch.
Aye!
Gotta' gutta' bitch.
Verse 5
She a bad little boppa'- a real show stoppa'.
I love when she drop herself to da floor an pop up.
Back to the beat- movein' fasta' than a choppa'.
I betcha she could break a trill playa' off propa'.
About to get up on it shawty- ain't no hesitating.
I been lookin' at ya' body all night and I been waitin'.
I see dem boys standin' on the sidelines hatein'- I rather 1 and 8 an watch'em all start skatein'.
It's U-G-K for life- all I beat is sweet dome.
Now pop it for da pimp- go get your boogie on.
I'm all about the dome like an old school strobe.
So all gutta' chicks get down on da dance flo'.
That's why I love her- she my gutta' bitch.
Aye!
Gotta' gutta' bitch.
She my gutta' bitch.
Aye!
Gotta' gutta' bitch.
She bad- that's my my gutta' bitch.
Bad- that's my my gutta' bitch.
Bad- that's my my gutta' bitch.
Aye!
Gotta' gutta' bitch.
I-I why I love her- she my gutta' bitch.
Aye!
Gotta' gutta' bitch.
She my gutta' bitch.
Aye!
Gotta' gutta' bitch.
She bad- that's my my gutta' bitch.
Bad- that's my my gutta' bitch.
Bad- that's my my gutta' bitch.
Aye!
Gotta' gutta' bitch.
I love her.
She my gutta' bitch.
Gotta' gutta' bitch.
She my gutta' bitch.
Gotta' gutta' bitch.
That's my gutta' bitch- that's my gutta' bitch- that's my gutta' bitch.
That's why I love her- she my gutta' bitch.
Yeah!
Gotta' gutta' bitch.
Yeah!
She my gutta' bitch.
Yeah!
Gotta' gutta' bitch.
Yeah!
She bad- that's my my gutta' bitch.
Yeah!
Bad- that's my my gutta' bitch.
Yeah!
Bad- that's my my gutta' bitch.
Yeah!
Gotta' gutta' bitch.
I- I love her- she my gutta' bitch.
Aye!
Gotta' gutta' bitch.
She my gutta' bitch.
Gotta' gutta' bitch.
She bad- that's my my gutta' bitch.
Bad- that's my my gutta' bitch.
Bad- that's my my gutta' bitch.
Aye!
Gotta' gutta' bitch.
Verse 1
Aye, say-
Where all my gutta' chicks at?
Where my peeps fly?
From Florida to Alabama, Georgia, Louisiana-
Missouri do ya' hear me- they some bad mamajamas.
From Texas to Oklahoma- Mississippi got it bad.
I been all across the globe and I can tell you where they at.
Let me see the Carolinas- carry some of the finest little baddest and the hottest-
Got a body of a goddess.
I'm back and with the best-
Best!
And I put that on everything-
Curly- Ace- Bun B- Trina- an' Hurricane!
Verse 2
(Inaudible)
Ain't nobody got to ask her who she wit- five hundred g's and I need good homes.
And I had to get a 4-1-1 900 before I let her get a number to my phone-
I'm so cold even if my gutta' chicken ain't got no pockets- her pockets are on swoll.
She brangin' protection and snappin' on whoever look at her wrong.
I don't be trippin' she handle all her business like she grown.
When I get visits from other chickens she don't thank that I'm wrong.
I suppose, she don't like it when I'm away too long.
That's why I love her- she my gutta' bitch.
Gutta'!
Gotta' gutta' bitch.
Gutta'!
She my gutta' bitch.
Gutta'!
Gotta' gutta' bitch.
Gutta'!
She bad- that's my my gutta' bitch.
Gutta'!
Bad- that's my my gutta' bitch.
Gutta'!
Bad- that's my my gutta' bitch.
Gutta'!
Gotta' gutta' bitch.
I- I love her- she my gutta' bitch.
Aye!
Gotta' gutta' bitch.
She my gutta' bitch.
Gotta' gutta' bitch.
She bad- that's my my gutta' bitch.
Bad- that's my my gutta' bitch.
Bad- that's my my gutta' bitch.
Aye!
Gotta' gutta' bitch.
Verse 3: Trina
Uh huh- Trina- yea.
I'm help my nigga go an get this cheese-
Gutta' chick- that's right, that's me.
Ova' the stove- cookin' dem bricks.
Fuck the Feds- don't snap, no clicks...
I'mma ride or die till the wheels fall off.
And if he get caught- I'mma pay the cost.
He's the boss and I'm his chick- and I'mma do whateva' so we stay rich.
Feds askin'- tryin' to build him a case-
Tell 'em 'Gutta' gutta' better get out my face!'
Interrogating- I ain't with that.
Like I'm dumb, say 'Yea, I sling that.'
I don't know jack and I'm no rat- ain't did shit and if I did then prove that.
3-0-5 I'm that chick and I'mma ride (inaudible).
Verse 4
I like dem G-U-T-T-A- she move dem bricks let me get that K.
And she bad gotta see her shape- gotta see her face- don't fuck wit fake.
Bet it all dog- my bitch don't play- look at dem tattoos on her face.
Bitch got a problem- catch a case- fuck that mink she tot dem K's.
It could free up everyday just to weave it up in braids.
Get her toes and nails done- gotta' show dem bitches self-made.
She's so G-U-T-T-A- roll that dope and blow for days.
Got a whip on 26 with a Halle Berry face-
And uh-
That's why I love her- she my gutta' bitch.
Gutta'!
Gotta' gutta' bitch.
Gutta'!
She my gutta' bitch.
Gutta'!
Gotta' gutta' bitch.
Gutta'!
She bad- that's my my gutta' bitch.
Gutta'!
Bad- that's my my gutta' bitch.
Gutta'!
Bad- that's my my gutta' bitch.
Gutta'!
Gotta' gutta' bitch.
I- I love her- she my gutta' bitch.
Aye!
Gotta' gutta' bitch.
She my gutta' bitch.
Gotta' gutta' bitch.
She bad- that's my my gutta' bitch.
Bad- that's my my gutta' bitch.
Bad- that's my my gutta' bitch.
Aye!
Gotta' gutta' bitch.
Verse 5
She a bad little boppa'- a real show stoppa'.
I love when she drop herself to da floor an pop up.
Back to the beat- movein' fasta' than a choppa'.
I betcha she could break a trill playa' off propa'.
About to get up on it shawty- ain't no hesitating.
I been lookin' at ya' body all night and I been waitin'.
I see dem boys standin' on the sidelines hatein'- I rather 1 and 8 an watch'em all start skatein'.
It's U-G-K for life- all I beat is sweet dome.
Now pop it for da pimp- go get your boogie on.
I'm all about the dome like an old school strobe.
So all gutta' chicks get down on da dance flo'.
That's why I love her- she my gutta' bitch.
Aye!
Gotta' gutta' bitch.
She my gutta' bitch.
Aye!
Gotta' gutta' bitch.
She bad- that's my my gutta' bitch.
Bad- that's my my gutta' bitch.
Bad- that's my my gutta' bitch.
Aye!
Gotta' gutta' bitch.
I-I why I love her- she my gutta' bitch.
Aye!
Gotta' gutta' bitch.
She my gutta' bitch.
Aye!
Gotta' gutta' bitch.
She bad- that's my my gutta' bitch.
Bad- that's my my gutta' bitch.
Bad- that's my my gutta' bitch.
Aye!
Gotta' gutta' bitch.
I love her.