Song | She Gutta |
Artist | Mykki Blanco |
Album | Spring/Summer 2014 - Single |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
All my ladies and my tramps go watch your ******* hands | |
All my gutter, gutter *******s out to get all of this bread | |
I’m sipping this Sangria, we ‘bout to blow this scene up | |
Mama’s tra*******ng from the inside so the jungle looking greener | |
Show time, stay uptown, my folks are mayors | |
I’m pu*******ng over, they chopping heads, they ghost whipping this chorus | |
Smoke and roll and this blunt’s breaking, this boost up in my hand | |
I’m in the cut, you want a cut, forget it, boy, I’m leaving | |
Finna play me, finna sound good like smash | |
Y’all wanna be there, she couldn’t ******* me | |
Finna play me, finna sound good like smash | |
Y’all wanna be there, she couldn’t ******* me | |
She gutta, gutta | |
Yeah, she gutta, gutta | |
You ride on my misstep, I own you hoes like pouring | |
I’ve got dropping comics in my juice | |
I’m cold, the chick better rock that goose | |
Pac, pac for willy and that chopper you see, boy | |
Squatting over…I was faking what they making | |
‘Cause the slaves and they ain’t making *******t… | |
Bust it, bust it open, taste the TKO | |
Special shot dropping, I beat it to the floor | |
Finna play me, finna sound good like smash | |
Y’all wanna be there, she couldn’t ******* me | |
Finna play me, finna sound good like smash | |
Y’all wanna be there, she couldn’t ******* me | |
She gutta, gutta | |
Yeah, she gutta, gutta |
All my ladies and my tramps go watch your hands | |
All my gutter, gutter s out to get all of this bread | |
I' m sipping this Sangria, we ' bout to blow this scene up | |
Mama' s tra ng from the inside so the jungle looking greener | |
Show time, stay uptown, my folks are mayors | |
I' m pu ng over, they chopping heads, they ghost whipping this chorus | |
Smoke and roll and this blunt' s breaking, this boost up in my hand | |
I' m in the cut, you want a cut, forget it, boy, I' m leaving | |
Finna play me, finna sound good like smash | |
Y' all wanna be there, she couldn' t me | |
Finna play me, finna sound good like smash | |
Y' all wanna be there, she couldn' t me | |
She gutta, gutta | |
Yeah, she gutta, gutta | |
You ride on my misstep, I own you hoes like pouring | |
I' ve got dropping comics in my juice | |
I' m cold, the chick better rock that goose | |
Pac, pac for willy and that chopper you see, boy | |
Squatting over I was faking what they making | |
' Cause the slaves and they ain' t making t | |
Bust it, bust it open, taste the TKO | |
Special shot dropping, I beat it to the floor | |
Finna play me, finna sound good like smash | |
Y' all wanna be there, she couldn' t me | |
Finna play me, finna sound good like smash | |
Y' all wanna be there, she couldn' t me | |
She gutta, gutta | |
Yeah, she gutta, gutta |
All my ladies and my tramps go watch your hands | |
All my gutter, gutter s out to get all of this bread | |
I' m sipping this Sangria, we ' bout to blow this scene up | |
Mama' s tra ng from the inside so the jungle looking greener | |
Show time, stay uptown, my folks are mayors | |
I' m pu ng over, they chopping heads, they ghost whipping this chorus | |
Smoke and roll and this blunt' s breaking, this boost up in my hand | |
I' m in the cut, you want a cut, forget it, boy, I' m leaving | |
Finna play me, finna sound good like smash | |
Y' all wanna be there, she couldn' t me | |
Finna play me, finna sound good like smash | |
Y' all wanna be there, she couldn' t me | |
She gutta, gutta | |
Yeah, she gutta, gutta | |
You ride on my misstep, I own you hoes like pouring | |
I' ve got dropping comics in my juice | |
I' m cold, the chick better rock that goose | |
Pac, pac for willy and that chopper you see, boy | |
Squatting over I was faking what they making | |
' Cause the slaves and they ain' t making t | |
Bust it, bust it open, taste the TKO | |
Special shot dropping, I beat it to the floor | |
Finna play me, finna sound good like smash | |
Y' all wanna be there, she couldn' t me | |
Finna play me, finna sound good like smash | |
Y' all wanna be there, she couldn' t me | |
She gutta, gutta | |
Yeah, she gutta, gutta |