Yes I Am His Gutta Bitch Sobe J. (Ft. Chingy)

I don't dougie I just do my paper dance
I don't dougie I just do my paper dance
I don't dougie I just do my paper dance

Yes I am His Gutta Bitch. Yes I am His Gutta Bitch
That rider Bitch that try that shit. You Gutta Bitch, He got his Bitch
Yes I am His Gutta Bitch. Yes I am His Gutta Bitch
That rider Bitch that try that shit. You Gutta Bitch, He got his Bitch

Yes I am his Gutta Bitch, Pull the AK-47 out on these hoes
You talking all that shit, but you don't really want to see it
Bitch don't want to see the four four put a hole in her mother fucking dome
Bitches don't call me Sobe J. for no mother fucking reason

Down Ass Bitch, and I'm Gutta Ass Bitch
And I'm down to hit a lick sticking all these pussy mother fuckers up
For all they mother fucking pacos. We hit a lick
Moving all that shit across Saint Louis, moving all that mother fucking white across Saint Louis

And when I'm in the Kitchen, I work like a mother fucking fool
My wrist game sick, bitch you wish you knew
Down Down Ass Bitch, Gutta Gutta Ass Bitch
I'll beat your ass if you try to fuck my nigga bitch

Yes I am His Gutta Bitch. Yes I am His Gutta Bitch
That rider Bitch that try that shit. You Gutta Bitch, He got his Bitch
Yes I am His Gutta Bitch. Yes I am His Gutta Bitch
That rider Bitch that try that shit. You Gutta Bitch, He got his Bitch