Lyrics of 'Get Out' by Khia

[Chorus:]
I don't give a damn about dem hoes
Or dem bitches you fuccin
I gives a damn about you nigga
Or that shit that you talking
Just get out, get out, get out, get out
I can gives a damn bout what you sayin
'cause bitch I ain't playin
It's a wrap muthafucca yes you leavin today
Just get out, get out, get out, get yo shit and get out
Get yo shit and get out

[Verse 1:]
I don't give a damn bout dem hoes
Or dem bitches you fuccin
I gives a damn about you nigga
Or dat shit dat you talkin
So muthafucc wat you sayin
'cause bitch I ain't playin
'cause it's a wrap muthafucca
Yes you leavin today
Oh yea I bet you know now
I was the wrong bitch to play
Time's up muthafucca
'Cause I'm tired of yo games
Fucc you and yo drama and yo weak-ass mama
Kick-rocks pedal pusher
Get yo shit and get out
It's been a long round
Bet yea nigga
I'm finally tired
It took a long time
But yea nigga I finally got it
And all the hell you put me thru
Yes I finally get it
You wanna fucc these dirty hoes
You wanna tricc wit dese bitches
Well guess what
I kicced it out
Take all of yo shit
Broke-dick muthafucca
I'm tired of being yo succa
You super-stupid-ass nigga
What that shit there be bout
I tell you what you bout to do
You get yo shit and get out

[Chorus:]
I don't give a damn about dem hoes
Or dem bitches you fuccin
I gives a damn about you nigga
Or that shit that you talking
Just get out, get out, get out, get out
I can gives a damn bout what you sayin
'cause bitch I ain't playin
It's a wrap muthafuca yes you leavin today
Just get out, get out, get out, get yo shit and get out
Get yo shit and get out

[Verse 2:]
And take a bus or the plane
And be on yo way
The last call for alcohol
The last bell done rang
The fat lady done sang
So grab all yo thangs
Ya shit packed already
You can't state no claim
No mo staccs muthafucca
I ain't cookin no mo
Pic up yo brown doggie bag
On the way out the door
'cause yo's a man-hoe
Nd that's not what I need
I need a king, fuck nigga,
Much respect to his queen
You's a nasty muthafucca
Tryna flex for dese hoes
You clueless silly muthafucca
How could you be so dumb?
How could you be so weak?
How could you be so lame?
How could I ever fucc with you
In da first damn place?
My bad, I was wrong
I should have known all along
That you could neva be the one
And this was neva ya home
I can do bad on my own
You know it's already own
You broke the last straw
A nigga poof and be gone, be gone

[Chorus:]
I don't give a damn about dem hoes
Or dem bitches you fuccin
I gives a damn about you nigga
Or that shit that you talking
Just get out, get out, get out, get out
I can gives a damn bout what you sayin
'cause bitch I ain't playin
It's a wrap muthafuca yes you leavin today
Just get out, get out, get out, get yo shit and get out
Get yo shit and get out

I could gives a damn, damn, damn, damn, damn
I could gives a damn, damn, damn, damn, damn
All that shit that you talkin
Just get out, get out, get out, get out
I could gives a damn, damn, damn, damn, damn
I could gives a damn, damn, damn, damn, damn
I could gives a,
I could gives a damn bout wat you sayin
'cause bitch I ain't playin
It's a wrap muthafucca
Yes you leavin today

[Chorus:]
I don't give a damn about dem hoes
Or dem bitches you fuccin
I gives a damn about you nigga
Or that shit that you talking
Just get out, get out, get out, get out
I can gives a damn bout what you sayin
'cause bitch I ain't playin
It's a wrap muthafuca yes you leavin today
Just get out, get out, get out, get yo shit and get out
Get yo shit and get out