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Shyne - Get Out lyrics
feat. Slim (of 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 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 [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 a |
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