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[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 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
Thats 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 dont 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

Hook x2
[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 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   Thats 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 dont 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      Hook x2
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