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Trae - Gutta Chick

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Featuring Rich Boy, 2 Short, Wayne Blazed & Twista[Hook]Shorty keep it hoodRidin shotgun while Im thugginAnd she say she ought to leaveNo trippin cuz she know we just fuckinThats my gutta chickDown to do what whateva, whatevaShes my gutta chickDown to do what whateva, whateva[Verse 1]I told the girl rewind it, she always like to ride itI zip it up and hide it but she always come and find itMy pimpin pop a playa, just politics and paperAnd I position it for meCome on ladies let me seeIm a dog, and bitch I ball in the rainAnd the big kush gon shev it on some motherfuckin thingsShow me that you love me, girl come and suck meIf I let you in my door you see to getThen you lookin part bottom bitchI gave a damn, yes I didDamn, how she swallow itDamn, how she polish itDamn, enter her pussyShe right back on the top of itAint no stoppin itEvery night she ride it while pussy grippin super tightWhen she cant get me on the phone she want a pussy fightCould it be? What we doin wrong girl if it is wrong?Face sinking in the pillow gripping in hardcore[Hook]Shorty keep it hoodRidin shotgun while Im thugginAnd she say she ought to leaveNo trippin cuz she know we just fuckinThats my gutta chickDown to do what whateva, whatevaShes my gutta chickDown to do what whateva, whateva[Verse 2]So I turnt up with this hood bitchLate night on these backstreetsAudition in the take pipe, ass out on my backseatIt aint nothing like Im sure for realTold her to sit it off then I tell her to chillGot under the spotlight when I show her the grillMight flick on that ass, got me runnin the fieldCant even quit the paper, tell her I need a fixPull in the morning, got her ass doing tricksDJ Trae about to put it in the mixCrack her ass open then throw in a couple chicksYou never know might even store a couple flicksLet go, made over rappin a couple bricksReal shit, what Im on is so sickHow to shape swag ass to fixC thru dress, everything yours missingShe know about to hit it when I get in positionTellin me go down, thats what she wishinBut I aint eatin shit less it come out the kitchenYou can call me Truth, help me yea I go hallYou put your ass out, bitch I go wholeBut you a time out for people to dazeGot the head boy beatin like I paid for the courseYour gang talk bright like a couple of storesLike when I speak for a couple of barsYea, truth or real, spaceship lookin like its fresh out moreAnd you may not wanna miss it if it take offOne hell of a ride, all brakes offIt shouldve been a warning or somethingI wish I got a nigga tryna fuck er face off[Verse 3]When I look at her I can see she from the hoodSomething in her eyes show redI heard that she got that goodAnd if you got a bottle then the fires gonna spreadIt aint never that she a hoBut shed be fuckin with a real nigga when he come throughGot it laid out for me with a buddy on her sideJust in case I wanna fuck with her tooAfter the Nicki Minaj I stick to massageYou see it was a trick in hoorahAnd if you feel sad cuz she a stone cold killaYou aint never really gotta call her pretty, she hotShe hold them thangs and if its drama and we really need the 2She know how to control them thangsI stay ever ready to bustBack in the work I smoke it goodWhile she really wanna roll them backAppetite for destruction, its purplinShe good at home but dont try to play er cuz of her eleganceNever left in the start developinThough she got some got head she still left the damn presidentPut your ass in the box, bad gutta chickStill I got a chick for the chick that I show you how to cut a brickRun a lick so succulentStuck em for a fit then stick em for a shit[Hook]Shorty keep it hoodRidin shotgun while Im thugginAnd she say she ought to leaveNo trippin cuz she know we just fuckinThats my gutta chickDown to do what whateva, whatevaShes my gutta chickDown to do what whateva, whateva[Verse 4]I think Im Hugh Hefner, Im Charlie SheenI fuck these hoes then I hardly see emShes 19, Im older than her father wasHe in the pin though so he dont bother usIm her daddy now and she be getting downMy little gangsta bitch, I found her in the townShe got a pretty face, kinda grimy nameIf I tell er get it, she gon find them thingsAnd bring em to me, make her daddy proudYou could fuck er if you cash her outBut dont fall asleep next to my bitchCuz if you do, she gon take a lot of shitI ranged her well, I taught er how to rob a trackTake a ballin nigga and hit a lickShes a gutta bitch, shes from the hoodBut I dont like square bitches so its all good[Hook]Shorty keep it hoodRidin shotgun while Im thugginAnd she say she ought to leaveNo trippin cuz she know we just fuckinThats my gutta chickDown to do what whateva, whatevaShes my gutta chickDown to do what whateva, whateva[Outro](Yea thats right, yea thats right we dont fuckwith you square bitches)(I want a gutter bitch, gangsta bitch, a get money bitch)(Yea mane, you know what it is, Trae mane these niggas came here with thesereal bitches)(Short Dawg)

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