Ace Hood - Gutta lyrics
rate me<FONT size="1"><B>(feat. Trick Daddy)</B></FONT><BR><BR>
(It's so incredible)<br>
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Ace...<br>
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<i>[Chorus:]</i><br>
You ain't comin round here talkin all dat shit<br>
Talkin bout you get all dem bricks<br>
I'm a have to come round your way<br>
Nigga I'm real you all too fake<br>
And a pistol where ya mamma stay<br>
Act like I don't know where you lay<br>
Betta act right fo' I get uptight<br>
Act up I'm a let da automatic spray<br>
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<i>[x2:]</i><br>
(Get em) boy there ya go<br>
(Get em) boy there ya go<br>
Blocka Blocka Blocka Blocka<br>
Boy there you go<br>
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Hol' up with it, Khaled don't let me get em<br>
Gun cocked, where his cheerin?<br>
No talk, time to get him<br>
Fake niggas gon' make me kill him<br>
Make his body shiver like he naked in a river<br>
Matter fact I'm a leave him in the river<br>
Come and get him when it's winter<br>
Nigga holla back<br>
I'm gutta. I done told ya that<br>
Rock boy bitch over bags<br>
Say you movin them slabs of crack<br>
See nigga you a lie like Pac is back<br>
Man you niggas all crap<br>
And you homies won't last<br>
Til your somethin like paper tags<br>
Don't make me slide the mask<br>
To save from blast<br>
Get his ass<br>
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<i>[Chorus]</i><br>
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Now let me get em<br>
When I walk up in the place<br>
Put the pace in ya face<br>
Tell em gimme dat K<br>
Fuck niggas and they really don't think<br>
That I know where they lay duct tape they face<br>
Pop pop, unload dat K<br>
Then we leave em and we find em in a couple of days<br>
Pussy niggas know where you lay<br>
Actin like I don't know where you stay<br>
Runnin at ya mouth man ya niggas too fake<br>
Tellin all the niggas that you move them thangs<br>
What?<br>
Y'ain't bout dat lie<br>
Huh?<br>
Y'ain't got no stride<br>
Naww<br>
You'nt really grind<br>
Leave em in da streets til the D boys find em<br>
Dumb niggas and they huggin on the grind<br>
In the middle of this town<br>
We gon' G-G-Get em<br>
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<i>[Chorus]</i><br>
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Now who am I? mothafuckas wanna know<br>
When I pull up in that rover<br>
They know that it's over<br>
Big holes in ya body like coasters<br>
Creep Creep we deep with soldiers<br>
Black holster to carry that toaster<br>
Hot head now they callin me folgers<br>
But still creep in adidas with the heaters, millimeters<br>
Wanna see where yo family at<br>
Pop pop just call me ace<br>
Slump niggas I'm a call you dead<br>
Click clack now ya T-shirt red<br>
Hand em an tampon<br>
No batteries included know that the clip be hands on<br>
It'll take yo mans on<br>
Leave his body slumped in the damn yard<br>
(Get em)<br>
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<i>[Chorus]</i><br>
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