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Featuring Rich Boy, 2 Short, Wayne Blazed & Twista Shorty keep it hood Ridinâ shotgun while Iâm thugginâ And she say she ought to leave No trippinâ cuz she know we just f*ckinâ Thatâs my gutta chick Down to do what whateva, whateva Sheâs my gutta chick Down to do what whateva, whateva I told the girl rewind it, she always like to ride it I zip it up and hide it but she always come and find it My pimpinâ pop a playa, just politics and paper And I position it for me Come on ladies let me see Iâm a dog, and bitch I ball in the rain And the big kush gon shev it on some motherf*ckinâ things Show me that you love me, girl come and suck me If I let you in my door you see to get Then you lookinâ part bottom bitch I gave a damn, yes I did Damn, how she swallow it Damn, how she polish it Damn, enter her p*ssy She right back on the top of it Ainât no stoppinâ it Every night she ride it while p*ssy grippinâ super tight When she canât get me on the phone she want a p*ssy fight Could it be? What we doinâ wrong girl if it is wrong? Face sinking in the pillow gripping in hardcore Shorty keep it hood Ridinâ shotgun while Iâm thugginâ And she say she ought to leave No trippinâ cuz she know we just f*ckinâ Thatâs my gutta chick Down to do what whateva, whateva Sheâs my gutta chick Down to do what whateva, whateva So I turnt up with this hood bitch Late night on these backstreets Audition in the take pipe, ass out on my backseat It ainât nothing like Iâm sure for real Told her to sit it off then I tell her to chill Got under the spotlight when I show her the grill Might flick on that ass, got me runninâ the field Canât even quit the paper, tell her I need a fix Pull in the morning, got her ass doing tricks DJ Trae about to put it in the mix Crack her ass open then throw in a couple chicks You never know might even store a couple flicks Let go, made over rappinâ a couple bricks Real shit, what Iâm on is so sick How to shape swag ass to fix C thru dress, everything yours missing She know about to hit it when I get in position Tellinâ me go down, thatâs what she wishinâ But I ainât eatinâ shit less it come out the kitchen You can call me Truth, help me yea I go hall You put your ass out, bitch I go whole But you a time out for people to daze Got the head boy beatinâ like I paid for the course Your gang talk bright like a couple of stores Like when I speak for a couple of bars Yea, truth or real, spaceship lookinâ like itâs fresh out more And you may not wanna miss it if it take off One hell of a ride, all brakes off It shouldâve been a warning or something I wish I got a nigga tryna f*ck âer face off When I look at her I can see she from the hood Something in her eyes show red I heard that she got that good And if you got a bottle then the fireâs gonna spread It ainât never that she a ho But sheâd be f*ckinâ with a real nigga when he come through Got it laid out for me with a buddy on her side Just in case I wanna f*ck with her too After the Nicki Minaj I stick to massage You see it was a trick in hoorah And if you feel sad cuz she a stone cold killa You ainât never really gotta call her pretty, she hot She hold them thangs and if itâs drama and we really need the 2 She know how to control them thangs I stay ever ready to bust Back in the work I smoke it good While she really wanna roll them back Appetite for destruction, itâs purplinâ She good at home but donât try to play âer cuz of her elegance Never left in the start developinâ Though she got some got head she still left the damn president Put your ass in the box, bad gutta chick Still I got a chick for the chick that I show you how to cut a brick Run a lick so succulent Stuck âem for a fit then stick âem for a shit Shorty keep it hood Ridinâ shotgun while Iâm thugginâ And she say she ought to leave No trippinâ cuz she know we just f*ckinâ Thatâs my gutta chick Down to do what whateva, whateva Sheâs my gutta chick Down to do what whateva, whateva I think Iâm Hugh Hefner, Iâm Charlie Sheen I f*ck these hoes then I hardly see âem Sheâs 19, Iâm older than her father was He in the pin though so he donât bother us Iâm her daddy now and she be getting down My little gangsta bitch, I found her in the town She got a pretty face, kinda grimy name If I tell âer get it, she gon find them things And bring âem to me, make her daddy proud You could f*ck âer if you cash her out But donât fall asleep next to my bitch Cuz if you do, she gon take a lot of shit I ranged her well, I taught âer how to rob a track Take a ballinâ nigga and hit a lick Sheâs a gutta bitch, sheâs from the hood But I donât like square bitches so itâs all good Shorty keep it hood Ridinâ shotgun while Iâm thugginâ And she say she ought to leave No trippinâ cuz she know we just f*ckinâ Thatâs my gutta chick Down to do what whateva, whateva Sheâs my gutta chick Down to do what whateva, whateva (Yea thatâs right, yea thatâs right â we donât f*ck with 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 these real bitches) (Short Dawg)
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