Shyne

Shyne
Get Out (feat. Slim)

Yeah, yeah
This one's for my Brooklyn playboys
This one's for my L.A. playboys
This one's 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
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 talking 'bout?
Put your shoes on and start walking out

[Slim + Shyne]
Get out, I don't wanna hug you
Get out, bitch I don't love you
Get out, what'cha talking 'bout
Put your shoes on and start walking

[Shyne]
I know you hitting, got me licking the hole
Before I'm sticking the hole
I put my my face in the place 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 and
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 mattress you had me sprung out
But ain't nothing changed you got to get out

[Slim + Shyne]
Get out, I don't wanna hug you
Get out, bitch I don't love you
Get out, what'cha talking 'bout
Put your shoes on and start walking

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 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 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

[Slim + Shyne]
Get out, I don't wanna hug you
Get out, bitch I don't love you
Get out, what'cha talking 'bout
Put your shoes on and start walking

Get out, I don't wanna hug you
Get out, bitch I don't love you
Get out, what'cha talking 'bout
Put your shoes on and start walking

OptimusPrime

Toegevoegd door OptimusPrime op vr 15 aug, 2003 12:13 am

keeskees

Laatst bijgewerkt door keeskees op zo 04 aug, 2019 11:09 am

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Componist: ?
Uitgever: ?
Uitgegeven in: 2000
Taal: Engels
Beschikbaar op: Shyne (2000)

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