Testo Gutta Bitch - Webbie
Testo della canzone Gutta Bitch (Webbie), tratta dall'album Savage Life
Look, hop in my ride, stash this, hold that
Be cool, turn the sound up, and roll that
Now you my gutta bitch, lil mama don't get it twisted
No trippin', no house visits, you know I got other bitches
I mean it's plain and clear, I'm a motherfuckin' player
Don't worry 'bout ya teammates long as you straight and took care
Look here, don't worry 'bout me boo, just worry 'bout you
Follow my player ass rules and everything'll go smooth
Just wait for me, I'll be back, I ain't gon' be long bruh
Gotta make a couple rounds, hold it down while I'm gone
This some gutta ass G shit, girl I can't tell you I love you
But you ain't just another hoe, I kinda got feelings for you
You just play your part right, don't slip and stay focused
Somebody might get laid off and you might get promoted
Been thuggin' like ya s'posed to, real to me, vice versa
I know you wan' get close, it ain't the time, don't take it personal
Mane look, you my gutta bitch
Who I'm wit when I'm in shit wit my other bitch
My other bitch when my other bitch on some other shit
Like oh girl, I need you to keep my secret
Mane look, you my gutta bitch
Who I'm wit when I'm in shit wit my other bitch
My other bitch when my other bitch on some other shit
Like oh girl, I need you to keep my secret
I'm a hustler, I ain't got much quality time to spend
Know what I'm sayin'? And then I gotta split it in ten
So like a man, I'mma come, but soon as I come in
Let me beat it, 'cause ain't no tellin' when I'mma be leavin' again
That's just me, that's how I play it, I lay the pole and roll
'Cause I know them money trucks come to front door
Now don't go and get it wrong thinkin' I'm actin' funny
I can't give you too much of time, shit, time is money
And if my main boo knew, you just don't know what she'll do to you
Ooh, she might go off and get to shootin' you
So on the real, keep it cool is what we gon' do
Uh uh, don't call me, I'mma call you
You miss my call then fuck it
Don't do that star six seven call back or nothin'
This down low pro shit gotta be up to par
You gutta bitch, bet not get me caught
Mane look, you my gutta bitch
Who I'm wit when I'm in shit wit my other bitch
My other bitch when my other bitch on some other shit
Like oh girl, I need you to keep my secret
Mane look, you my gutta bitch
Who I'm wit when I'm in shit wit my other bitch
My other bitch when my other bitch on some other shit
Like oh girl, I need you to keep my secret
You got a old mane, I respect that, ain't even gonna check that
Real shit and I expect to get the same shit back
You catch me and my old lady ridin' in my Cadillac
I don't want a horn to honk, I don't want a smile to crack
You do that shit, I bet you that, we ain't gon' be smilin' back
We might just swerve on yo ass and straight up try and handle that
Alright, you fuckin' with me, no need for reppin'
I wanna fuck her too, so don't even tell ya best friend
Talkin' all that gangsta shit really don't impress me
Keepin' it on the down low? Then I'll be impressed then
Don't even tell ya damn self, it ain't nobody business
What we do, where we go, how we come, where we been
Mane look, you my gutta bitch
Who I'm wit when I'm in shit wit my other bitch
My other bitch when my other bitch on some other shit
Like oh girl, I need you to keep my secret
Mane look, you my gutta bitch
Who I'm wit when I'm in shit wit my other bitch
My other bitch when my other bitch on some other shit
Like oh girl, I need you to keep my secret
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Writer(s): Jeremy Allen, Webster Gradney
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