• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Ghetto Chick - Three 6 Mafia
• Gutta Chick - Trae Tha Truth
• Gutta Chick - Trai'd

I love a ghetto ass chick, break down rings for me
If I would let her shoot, she'll count up this cheese for me
It's going down like I knew it would
We gon' keep on makin money cause this honey is good
I need a down ass chick, thatll roll wit the clique
For the dope sale, bank robbin, cock it back and buck up on a bitch
Kidnap vamp, leave a busters body, in a ditch
Take the charge for you, always drinking liquor
Stayin lit, when we in the bed, baby girl can ride
Like a champ, give a playa head, lickin on my thang
Like a stamp, if I had that I wouldnt trade anything
For her she my main girl, main dog, thats my name, Paul
Now I can't say that I love her, but I got some love for her
She showed me, she was bout a haul before I really knowed her
I schooled her bout them glocks, I schooled her bout them rocks
I told her how to hold a spot when I was off the block
She kept it hot, as soon as I stepped in the house she had my money spot
Plus a dro blunt rolled up with a syrup lollipop
The hood tried to holler everyday but it ain't nothin
She down with the King but I still love a ghetto ass chick
This one here for the old lady but not dissin this time
This for when you took the charge when I commited the crime
I was out there super high playin mister crash dummy
You put up all my money, didn't take nothing from me
Always found your boy a lawyer when I caught me a case
Paid all my fines and kept up with my court dates
And even though I gave you hell with all these other lil broads
You always came and made my bail when I broke the law
The only one thats reliable the one thats dependable
Keep you by my side these other fools is suspendable
I ain't forgot when I was out there hurt for some cash
You never mind takin your last, on out the stash
Always tried to give me the last up out your purse
Always tried to get my ass to go on and go to church
I couldnt pay you back even if I had to

Featuring Rich Boy, 2 Short, Wayne Blazed & Twista
[Hook]
Shorty keep it hood
Ridin’ shotgun while I’m thuggin’
And she say she ought to leave
No trippin’ cuz she know we just fuckin’
That’s my gutta chick
Down to do what whateva, whateva
She’s my gutta chick
Down to do what whateva, whateva
[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 pimpin’ pop a playa, just politics and paper
And I position it for me
Come on ladies let me see
I’m a dog, and bitch I ball in the rain
And the big kush gon shev it on some motherfuckin’ 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 lookin’ part bottom bitch
I gave a damn, yes I did
Damn, how she swallow it
Damn, how she polish it
Damn, enter her pussy
She right back on the top of it
Ain’t no stoppin’ it
Every night she ride it while pussy grippin’ super tight
When she can’t get me on the phone she want a pussy fight
Could it be? What we doin’ wrong girl if it is wrong?
Face sinking in the pillow gripping in hardcore
[Hook]
Shorty keep it hood
Ridin’ shotgun while I’m thuggin’
And she say she ought to leave
No trippin’ cuz she know we just fuckin’
That’s my gutta chick
Down to do what whateva, whateva
She’s my gutta chick
Down to do what whateva, whateva
[Verse 2]
So I turnt up with this hood bitch
Late night on these backstreets
Audition in the take pipe, ass out on my backseat
It ain’t nothing like I’m 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 runnin’ the field
Can’t 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 rappin’ a couple bricks
Real shit, what I’m 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
Tellin’ me go down, that’s what she wishin’
But I ain’t eatin’ 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 beatin’ 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 lookin’ like it’s fresh out more
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
I wish I got a nigga tryna fuck ‘er face off
[Verse 3]
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 fire’s gonna spread
It ain’t never that she a ho
But she’d be fuckin’ 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 fuck 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 ain’t never really gotta call her pretty, she hot
She hold them thangs and if it’s 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, it’s purplin’
She good at home but don’t try to play ‘er cuz of her elegance
Never left in the start developin’
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 ‘em for a fit then stick ‘em for a shit
[Hook]
Shorty keep it hood
Ridin’ shotgun while I’m thuggin’
And she say she ought to leave
No trippin’ cuz she know we just fuckin’
That’s my gutta chick
Down to do what whateva, whateva
She’s my gutta chick
Down to do what whateva, whateva
[Verse 4]
I think I’m Hugh Hefner, I’m Charlie Sheen
I fuck 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 bitch, I found her in the town
She got a pretty face, kinda grimy name
If I tell ‘er get it, she gon find them things
And bring ‘em to me, make her daddy proud
You could fuck ‘er if you cash her out
But don’t fall asleep next to my bitch
Cuz if you do, she gon take a lot of shit
I ranged her well, I taught ‘er how to rob a track
Take a ballin’ nigga and hit a lick
She’s a gutta bitch, she’s from the hood
But I don’t like square bitches so it’s all good
[Hook]
Shorty keep it hood
Ridin’ shotgun while I’m thuggin’
And she say she ought to leave
No trippin’ cuz she know we just fuckin’
That’s my gutta chick
Down to do what whateva, whateva
She’s my gutta chick
Down to do what whateva, whateva
[Outro]
(Yea that’s right, yea that’s right – we don’t fuck
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)

[verse 1]
sassy and she classy, fly and she flashy
gutta, dats my gutta bitch, badd and she nasty
dont be beefin wit me, she say you beefin wit her
you say you brawlin with me, bitch she be beatin you up
plus she aint scared of nothin,
ridin and she bustin, fightin and we fussin but we endin up fuckin
she gutta and i love her, break bread got her covered,
thats a bet like a brother, same set same color,
plus she badd as she wanna be, and thats real talk,
and i can tell you what she gonna be, down for her nigga
money over bitches, she got me breakin all the rules,
ballin out for her ass, my niggas tell me imma fool,
dont trip, not at all cuz money aint a thang,
she breaking bread too, and her friends say the same,
plus she hate suckin dick but she do it for me,
expecting nothing in return, boy she real as can be
[chorus]x2
dats why i love her
she my gutta bitch gotta gutta bitch(x2)
[she badd] dats my gutta bitch[badd](x3)
i-i-i love her
she my gutta bitch gotta gutta bitch(x2)
[she badd]dats my gutta bitch(x3)[badd]
[verse 2]
outfit pricey, dont she look icey,
gutta as it gets yea i like my chicks fiesty,
always tryna fight me, i dont fight back,
cuz she hangs up all mad then she calls me right back.
look she wanna be my wifey, poppin rubberbands,
a beat downs likely if u push up on her man,
i dont think you understand she'll do it on tha double,
tha baddest little chick i cant kep her out of trouble,
and when she hit me up, i put it down on her,
my calculator girl i can always count her,
soon as i catch a case she gets a.d.d.
cause when laws come around look she aint seen me,
all her purses gucci, coach, or they prada,
all her shades louis, dolce, and gabanna.
it get crazy when she jealous she callin by tha hour,
but damn thats why i love her dont know what ill do without her.
[chorus]x2
dats why i love her
she my gutta bitch gotta gutta bitchx2
[she badd] dats my gutta bitch[badd]x3
i-i-i love her
she my gutta bitch gotta gutta bitchx2
[she badd]dats my gutta bitchx3[badd]
[verse 3]
we can eat at finer places, but she satisfied with fast food,
attitude is dat coo, but bitchy when in bad moods,
thick standing 5"2, titties wit an ass too,
tat on her tittie, got my name for a tattoo,
riding through the city,i'd rather be with no one else,
bumpin up my music, like she wrote the shit herself,
she dont tolerate that bullshit, and i dont do the same,
she'll give it to a hater, who talkin bad about my name,
i love her and i'll tell you that,i love ya, aint shit,
gon ask her how she feel i bet she'll say the same shit,
groupies holla and she know that, and thats every damn event,
i keep it real wit her ass, and thats 100 percent,
niggas holla and i know dat, dats what i expect,
i trust her like she trust me, so she always come correct,
i can tell you all about her, but i doubt you'll understand,
if you got you one too then nigga raise ya damn hands
[chorus]x2
[chorus]x2
i-i-i love her
she my gutta bitch gotta gutta bitchx2
[badd] dats my gutta bitchx3
i-i-i love her
she my gutta bitch gotta gutta bitchx2