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Get Out Lyrics

Artist: Shyne
Album: Shyne

[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, its a must
??? stop cumming, 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 ??? 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 ??? 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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