WEBBIE LYRICS - Gutta Bitch

"Gutta Bitch"



Look hop in my ride

Stash this,

Hold that,

Be cool turn

The sound up and roll that

Now you my gutta bitch

Lil momma don't get it twisted

No trippin,

No house visits you know I got other bitches

I mean its plain and clear I'm a mother fucking player

don't worry about the other teammates long as you straight and taking care of

Look here don't worry about me boo

Just worry bout you fallow my player hand rules and everything will go smooth

Just wait for me I'll be back I ain't gonna be gone long

Gotta make a couple rounds hold it down while I'm gone

This some gutta ass G, shit girl I can't tell ya I love ya but you ain't just some other ho I kinda got feelins for ya you just play you your part right don't slip

An stay focus somebody might get laid off and you'll just get promoted been thugin like you suppose ta real to me vise-versa I know you wont get close to it

Ain't the time I'm Andy cursor



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You my gutta bitch who I'm with when I'm in shit you my other bitch when my other bitch be on some other shit like oh girl I need you to keep my secrets

Man look you my gutta bitch who I'm with when I'm in shit you my other bitch when my other bitch be on some other shit like oh girl I need you to keep

My secrets



I'm a hustler

I don't have quality time to spend on what I'm saying

And then I'm split it in 10's

So like a man I'm gonna come as soon as I come

Let me beat it Cause I don't know when I'm gonna be leaving again

That's just me

That how I play it

I hit the pole and roll Cause

I know no money and drugs done come to the front door

Now don't go and get it wrong

Thinkin I'm acting funny

I can't give you to much time because time is money

And if my main boo knew

you just don't know what she'll do to you

Oh, she might go off and get to shootin you

so on the real

Keep it cool is what we gonna do

Ah ah don't call me I'm gonna call you

You miss my call then fuck it

Don't do that *67

Call back or nothing

Gotta keep that low profile

Gotta be up to par

You gutta bitch

You better not get me caught



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See you gotta old man

I respect that

I ain't even gonna check that

That's real I better get the same respect back

When you see me wit my old lady

Riding in my Cadillac

I don't wanna horn ta honk

And I don't want a smile back

You do that shit I bet we ain't gonna be smiling back

We might just swerve on yo ass straight up trying to handle that

I'll wright you

Sign it webbie

Theres no need to rep it

I wanna fuck her too so don't even tell your best friend

Talking all that gangster shit really don't impress me

But keeping it on the down low then I'll be impressed then

Don't even tell your damn self

It ain't nobody's business what we do where we go how we come where we been



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