GUILTY SIMPSON

GUILTY SIMPSON - Gettin' Bitches lyrics

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Yeah! Guilty Simpson, muthafuckas ! Let's go! Detroit City!

(Life itself full of struggle and wealth)

*VERSE 1*

We bangin' that jungle music, (UH!)

Homies in the hood flip bundles to it. (FLIP!)

Make exchanges to flake for wages, (Uh!)

Hustlin' hard before the jake engages. (RUN, RUN!)

They wanna see the apes in cages. (Never, no!)

We never conversate with agents. (Uh-uh!)

Anti-police to speak in layman's. (Uh!)

I'd rather take a swim with cayman. (FUCK THAT!)

For real, man, fuck 'em all.

That's why I flick off cops and cuff my balls. (FUCK THE POLICE!)

Smokin' that good shit,

Your baby mama wanna fuck with that hood shit,

And I'm just what she need, a gangsta breed. (Yep.)

Make her break down my weed, fuck and leave. (YEP!)

You niggas wanna buck with G's, bitch please, (BITCH, please.)

I seen harder kids in a Chuckie Cheese.

*HOOK*

Party with the baddest broads and spend change,

(Y'all niggas funny as hell, man.)

Take 'em to the hotel suite and get brains.

Gettin' bitches, gettin' riches.

I'm a playa, but no, it's not a game,

Outfit's crazy, watch's insane!

Gettin' bitches, gettin' riches.

*VERSE 2*

We hustlin', don't confuse it.

Money is the bread, hen-dog's the fluid. (Yep.)

Sold out stages, the love's outrageous. (Right.)

Swoosh on the A-1's match the laces. (Let 'em know!)

They wanna see the crew with cases. (What?)

They tell me that I'm too abrasive. (Come on!)

Unseen, we move evasive. (Stealth mode.)

We don't follow rules, we take it. (GIMME THAT SHIT!)

And I only trust my dogs,

Y'all fake, that's why I don't fuck with y'all. (FUCK Y'ALL!)

I'm tryin' to get hood-rich, (Rich.)

So miss me with all of that bullshit. (Shit.)

For this here I bleed, yes indeed, (YES.)

I'm tryin' to cop a black Range and have extra cheese. (YES!)

Y'all wanna test me, please. Bitch, squeeze.

I ain't hard to find, man, I'm in the D.

*HOOK*

Party with the baddest broads and spend change,

Take 'em to the hotel suite and get brains.

(Detroit City. Y'all know how we do round that mah'fucka. Cruise through.)

Gettin' bitches, gettin' riches.

I'm a playa, but no, it's not a game,

(All my East-coast niggas, you know how we do it!)

Outfit's crazy, watch's insane!

Gettin' bitches, gettin' riches.<br />

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Thanks to Bakari Kamau

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