Get Out Lyrics - 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 

When it come to hoes, we don't love not one 

Fucking 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 want to stay bitch, what you talking 'bout? 

Get your shoes on, and start walking on 

[Chorus] 

Get out, I don't want to hug you 

Get out, bitch I don't love you 

Get out, what you talkin 'bout 

Get your shoes on and start walking 

You know you hitting, you got me licking the hole 

Before I'm sticking 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 you, who sent you? 

Must of been God, my bedroom angel taken 

Loving the curves as you purr while I'm stroking 

Grabbing ya hair, don't you dare shed a tear 

You a good girl, don't cry 

Shake that thing that I give 

Throw ya back as I dig 

Like a broke mattress you had me sprung out 

But ain't nothing changed you got to get out 

[Chorus] 

To all my niggas that know what I mean 

When you fuck a bitch good she don't want to leave 

I go through this all the time 

Bitch act like she don't see the exit sign 

Start crying, 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 ? blood is deeply rooted 

Inherited, that be my heritage 

That I don't 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 

[Chorus: x2]