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khia – get out lyrics

“get out”

i don’t give a d-mn ’bout them hoes or them b-tches you f-cking,
i gives a d-mn about you n-gg-, all that sh-t that you talking;
just get out… (get out…) get out… (get out…) get out… (get out…) get out…
i could gives a d-mn ’bout what you sayin’, cause b-tch, i ain’t playin’;
it’s a wrap, mothaf-cka, yes, you’re leavin’ today…
just get out… (get out…) get out… (get out…) get out… (get out…)
get yo’ sh-t and get out, get yo’ sh-t and get out.

i don’t give a d-mn ’bout them hoes or them b-tches you f-cking;
i gives a d-mn about you n-gg-, or that sh-t that you talking,
so mothaf-ck what you’re saying, cause b-tch i ain’t playin’,
cause it’s a wrap, mothaf-cka, yes, you’re leaving today…
oh yeah, i bet you know now i was the wrong b-tch to play;
time’s up, mothaf-cka, cause i’m tired of your game…
f-ck you and your drama and your weak–ss mama;
kick-rocks, pedal-pusher, get your sh-t and get out.
it’s been a long ride, but yeah, n-gg-, i’m finally tired;
it took a long time, but yeah, n-gg-, i finally got it,
and all the h-ll you put me through, i guess i finally get it:
you wanna f-ck these dirty hoes, you wanna trick with these b-tches?
well guess what, i quit it, i take all of your sh-t;
broke-d-ck mothaf-cka, i’m tired of being your sucka,
you super-stupid–ss n-gg-, what that sh-t there be bout?
i’ll tell you what you about to do: you get yo sh-t and get out!

take the bus, or the plane, and be on your way;
last call for alcohol, the last bell done rang,
the fat lady done sang, so grab all your thangs;
your sh-t packed already, you can’t state no claim…
no more snacks, mothaf-cka – i ain’t cooking no mo’!
pick up your brown doggy bag on the way out the door.
cause you’s a man-ho, and that’s not what i need;
i need a king, f-ck n-gg-, much respect to his queen…
you’s a nasty mothaf-cka, tryna flex for these hoes
you clueless, silly mothaf-cka, how could you be so dumb?
how could you be so weak? how could you be so lame?
how could i ever f-ck with you in the first d-mn place?
my bad, i was wrong, i should have known all along
that you could never be the one and this was never your home…
i can do bad on my own, you know it’s already on;
you broke the last straw – ah n-gg-, poof and be gone…

i could gives a d-mn…
i could gives a d-mn… all that sh-t that you talking;
just get out… (get out…) get out… (get out…) get out… (get out…) get out…
i could gives a d-mn…
i could gives a d-mn…
i could gives a, i could gives a d-mn ’bout what you sayin’, cause b-tch, i ain’t playin’;
it’s a wrap, mothaf-cka, yes, you’re leavin’ today…

- khia lyrics

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