Get Out

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 comes 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 **** 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 and 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'

You know you hittin', you got me lickin' the hole

Before I'm stickin' the hole up in my face

In the place most **** 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&M

Keep you satisfied, back to certified

Come and take a ride, I'll be your great adventure

Tell ya friends I bent ya, who sent ya?

Must a been God, my bedroom angel taken

Lovin' the curves as you purr while I'm stroking

Grabbin' ya hair, don't ya 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 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 **** 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

That I don't give a fuck about a bitch fetishes

So when we fuck and it's over

Throw ya pocket book, on ya shoulder

Put your shoes on and hit the road

And if your last name Royce, bitch, you Roll

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' out

Get out, I don't wanna hug you

Get out, bitch, I don't love you

Get out, whatcha talkin' 'bout?

Put your shoes on and start walkin' out