Shyne - Get Out Lyrics
Shyne Lyrics
Get Out Lyrics
f/ Slim (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
F*ckin a friend ain't no option
It's a must, her friend assists like Stockton
When we f*ck, 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 f*ck 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'cha talkin 'bout?
Put your shoes on and start walkin out
[Hook: Slim + Shyne]
Get out, I don't wanna hug you
Get out, bitch I don't love you
Get out, what'cha talkin 'bout
Put 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 f*ck 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 f*ck, she think I'm stupid?
Don't know my pimp blood is deeply rooted
Inherited, that be my heritage
That I don't give a f*ck about a bitch fetishes
So when we f*ck, and it's over
Throw ya pocketbook, on ya shoulder
Put your shoes on and hit the road
and if your last name Royce, bitch you Roll
[Hook 2X]
[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
F*ckin a friend ain't no option
It's a must, her friend assists like Stockton
When we f*ck, 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 f*ck 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'cha talkin 'bout?
Put your shoes on and start walkin out
[Hook: Slim + Shyne]
Get out, I don't wanna hug you
Get out, bitch I don't love you
Get out, what'cha talkin 'bout
Put 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 f*ck 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 f*ck, she think I'm stupid?
Don't know my pimp blood is deeply rooted
Inherited, that be my heritage
That I don't give a f*ck about a bitch fetishes
So when we f*ck, and it's over
Throw ya pocketbook, on ya shoulder
Put your shoes on and hit the road
and if your last name Royce, bitch you Roll
[Hook 2X]
Back to: Shyne Lyrics