Artist: Webbie Album: Savage Life Song: Gutta Bitch Typed by: nellysbaby01@yahoo.com * * send corrections to the typist [Webbie] 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 buiness you know I got other bitches I mean its plain and clear I'm a motherfuckin player Don't worry about the other teammates long as you straight And taken care of, look here don't worry about me boo Just worry 'bout you follow my playa hand rules And everything will go smooth Just wait for me I'll be back I ain't gon 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 feelinhs fo ya You just play you your part right don't slip and stay focused Somebody might get laid off and you'll just get promoted Been thuggin like you supose to real to me vice versa I know you won't get close to it ain't the time I'm Andy Cursor [Chorus] You my gutta bitch, who I'm with when I'm in shit with my other bitch 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 with my other bitch My other bitch when my other bitch be on some other shit like oh girl I need you to keep my secrets [Webbie] I'm a hustler I don't have quality time to spend on what I'm sayin And then I'm split it in 10's So like a man I'ma come as soon as I come Let me beat it cause I don't know when I'ma be leavin again That's just me, that's how I play it I hit the pole and roll cause I know no money trucks come to the front door Now don't go and get it wrong Thinkin I'm actin funny I can't give you to much time shit time is money And you know my main boo new You just don't know what she'll do to you Ohh she might go off and get to shootin you so on the real Keep it cool is what we gonna do Ahh ah don't call me I'ma call you You miss my call den fuck it don't do that *67 call back or nothin This down low pro shit Gotta be up to par You gutta bitch bet not get me caught [Chorus] [Webbie] See you got a old man, I respect that I ain't even gonna check that real shit and I expect to get the same shit back you catch me wit my old lady Ridin in my Cadillac I don't wanna horn to honk And I don't want a smile crack You do that shit I bet that, we ain't gon' be smilin back We might just swerve on yo ass straight up tryin to handle that I'll right you fuck'n webbie No need for reppin I wanna fuck her too so don't even tell yo best friend Talkin all that gansta shit, realy don't impress me Keepin 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 [Chorus]