Trae Tha Truth - Gutta Chick lyrics

[Wayne Blazed Hook] Shorty keep it hood Riding' shotgun while I'm thugging And she say she ought to leave No tripping cause she know we just f**ing (ooooh) That's my gutta chick Down to do what whatever, whatever (ooooh) She's my gutta chick Down to do what whatever, whatever [Rich Boy Verse 1] 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 pimping pop a playa, just politics and paper And I position it for me Come here ladies let me see I'm a dog, and b**h I ball in the rain And the big kush gon chevy on some motherf**ing things Show me that you love me, girl come and s** me If I let you in my door to see the dick Then you lucky' thats my main boose bottom b**h I gave her dame and some dick Damn, how she swallow it Damn, how she polish it Damn after I buss She right back on the top of it (huh) (yeah) (aye) Ain't no stopping it Every night she ride it right p**y gripping super tight When she can't get me on the phone she want to p**y fight Could it be? What we doing wrong girl if its feeling strong? Face sinking in the pillow gripping in pillow holding on harder! [Hook] [Trae Tha Truth Verse 2] So I turned up with this hood b**h Late night on these backstreets Audition in the take pipe, a** out on my backseat It ain't nothing like me I show her for real Tell her to sit it off then I tell her to chill Put under the spotlight when I show her the grill Mike Vick on that a**, got me running' the field Can't equip the pipe, tell her I need a fix Four in the morning, got her a** doing tricks DJ Trae about to put it in the mix Crack her a** open then throw in a couple chicks You never know might even star in a couple flicks Let go, made over rapping a couple bricks Real sh**, what I'm on is so sick How to shape swag a** to thick C thru dress, everything else missing She know about to hit it when I get in position Telling me go down, that's what she wishing But I ain't eating sh** less it come out the kitchen You can call me Truth Hefner yeah i go hard You wear who a** out?, b**h I go hard Put you in time out for a couple of days Got the headboard beating like a couple of cars Stroke game top rank like a couple of stars Like something i spit for a couple of bars Yea, truth or real, spaceship looking like it's fresh off mars And you may not wanna miss it if it take off One hell of a ride, all brakes off It should've been a warning or something The way she got a n***a tryna f** her face off [Twista Verse 3] When I look at her I can see she from the hood So thick and her eyes so red I heard that she got that good And if you got a bottle then them thighs goin spread It ain't never that she a ho But she'd be f**ing' with a real n***a when he come through Got it laid out for me with a buddy on her side Just in case I wanna f** with her too After the Nicki Minaj, and sticky ma**age You see it was a tricky mirage And if you feel sad cause she a stone cold k**a You ain't never really gotta call her pretty, she hot She hold them thangs and if it's drama and we really need the tool She know how to control them thangs And stay ever ready to bust Bagging up work and smoking good But she really want roll and bang Her Appetite for destruction, it's prevalent She good and hard but don't try to play her cause of her elegance Never let feelings start developing Though she got some good head she still like the dead president Put your a** in the box, bad but a chick Still a gutta chick what a chick they'll show you how to cut a brick Run a lick so succulent Stuck 'em for a fit then stick 'em for a sh** Who you f**ing with? [Hook] [Too Short Verse 3] I think I'm Hugh Hefner, I'm Charlie Sheen I f** these hoes then I hardly see 'em She's 19, I'm older than her father was He in the pin though so he don't bother us I'm her daddy now and she be getting down My little gangsta b**h, I found her in the town She got a pretty face, kinda grimy mayne If I tell her get it, she gon find them things And bring 'em to me, make her daddy proud You could f** her if you cash her out But don't fall asleep next to my b**h Cause if you do, she gon take a lot of sh** I rise her well, I taught 'er how to rob a trick Take a balling n***a and hit a lick She's a gutta b**h, she's from the hood But I don't like square b**hes so it's all good [Hook] [Too Short talking]