Get Out Lyrics by Shyne

Get Out Lyrics

    Feat. slim (of 112)

    [shyne]
    Yeah, yeah
    This ones for my brooklyn playboys
    This ones for my l.a. playboys
    This ones for my chi-town playboys
    Atl, down south
    Nc, sc
    Where you be?
    Come on, just play it with me

    [shyne]
    When it come to hoes, we don't love not one
    Fuckin a friend ain't no option
    It's a must, her friend assists like stockton
    When we fuck, i gotta have two not one
    She know a freaky nigga like me
    Get her wet then i'm out like strike three
    No doubt, make her girlfriend eat her out
    After we fuck then the exit beat her out
    Believe me, we don't love them hoes
    Break out, after we dug them hoes
    You wanna stay bitch, what'cha talkin 'bout?
    Get your shoes on, and start walkin on

    Hook: slimm + shyne

    Get out, i don't wanna hug you
    Get out, bitch i don't love you
    Get out, what'cha talkin 'bout
    Get your shoes on and start walkin

    [shyne]
    You know you hittin, you got me lickin the hole
    Before i'm stickin the hole up in my face
    In the place most niggas don't see love drug baby
    I'm about to o.d. cocaine pussy
    One stroke be a whole ki
    You're feminine, hood from heaven an'
    I'll do anything, orals to s and m
    Keep you satisfied, back ?certified?
    Come and take a ride, i'll be your great adventure
    Tell ya friends i bent'cha, who sent'cha?
    Must'a been god, my bedroom angel taken
    Lovin the curves as you purr while im stroking
    Grabbin ya hair, dont'cha dare shed a tear
    You a good girl, don't cry
    Shake that thang that i give
    Throw ya back as i dig
    Like a broke matress you had me sprung out
    But ain't nothin changed you got to get out

    Hook

    To all my niggas that know what i mean
    When you fuck a bitch good she don't wanna leave
    I go through this all the time
    Bitch act like she don't see the exit sign
    Start cryin, how much she love shyne
    Thats the same thing she told my man brian
    What the fuck, she think i'm stupid?
    Don't know my pimp blood is deeply rooted
    Inherited, that be my heritage
    That i dont give a fuck about bitch fetishes
    So when we fuck and its over
    Throw ya pocketbook on ya shoulder
    Put your shoes on and hit the road
    I'll kick ya last name once, bitch and roll

    Hook x2


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