Gutta Bitch Remix Lyrics - Ace Hood

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. 

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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. 

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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.