Get Out (feat Slim (of 112)) Lyrics

Get Out (feat Slim (of 112)) lyrics

[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 out

[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