Video Gutta Bitch Remix de Ace Hood 2025 Hip Hop Lyrics

Ace Hood - Gutta Bitch Remix Lyrics

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

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 1: Trai'D]
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 kinda bad
I been all across the globe and I can tell you where they at
Tennessee to 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: Hurricane Chris]
(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'ma 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'ma ride or die till the wheels fall off
And if he get caught- I'ma 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: Ace Hood]
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 tote 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: Bun B]
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 hatin'
I rather 1 and 8 an watch'em all start skatein'
It's U-G-K for life, R.I.P. to Sweet Jones
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