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Get Out
Shyne feat. Slim from 112
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Yeah, yeah
This one's for my Brooklyn playboys
This one's for my L.A. playboys
This one's for my Chi-town playboys
ATL, down south, NC, SC
Where you be, c'mon, just play it for me
When it comes to hoes, we don't love not one
Fuckin' her friend ain't no option
It's a must, off on her sis' 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 be the route
Believe me, we don't love them hoes
Break out after we dug them hoes
You wanna stay bitch? What you talkin' 'bout?
Put your shoes on, start walkin' out
Get out, I don't wanna hug you
Get out, bitch, I don't love you
Get out, what you talkin' 'bout?
Put your shoes on and start walkin'
Honey, you hittin', got me lickin' the hole
Before I'm stickin' the hole
I put my face in a place 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 and
I'll do anything, also S&M
Keep you satisfied, fat, certified
Come and take a ride, I'll be your great adventure
Tell your friends I bent ya, or sent ya
Musta been God, my bedroom angel, take aim and
Lovin' the curves as you purr when I'm strokin'
I'm grabbin' your hair, don't you dare shed a tear
You a good girl, don't cry
Take that pain that I give, throw it back as I dig
Like a broken mattress, you had me sprung out
But ain't nothin' changed, you gots to get out
Get out, I don't wanna hug you
Get out, bitch, I don't love you
Get out, what you talkin' 'bout?
Put your shoes on and start walkin'
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
That's 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
Got "I don't give a fuck about a bitch" fetishes
So when we fuck and it's over
Throw your pocketbook on your shoulder
Put your shoes on and hit the road
I think your last name was Bitchin' Rose
Get out, I don't wanna hug you
Get out, bitch, I don't love you
Get out, what you talkin' 'bout?
Put your shoes on, start walkin' out
Get out, I don't wanna hug you
Get out, bitch, I don't love you
Get out, what you talkin' 'bout?
Put your shoes on, start walkin' out