Get Out Lyrics

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 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 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
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' out
Honey, 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 I'm 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 mattress you had me sprung out But ain't nothin' changed you got to get out
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' out
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 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 pocketbook, 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'cha 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'cha talkin' 'bout Put your shoes on and start walkin' out