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    I'm Out

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    I'm Out
    Released

    By Ciara

      About "I'm Out"

      Lyrics for Ciara - "I'm Out"

      Ladies, it's your song
      So as soon as this come on
      You should get out on the floor
      Gon' and get your sexy on
      If you know that you better
      Then the new girl that he on
      Go 'head and tell him now
      "You gon' miss me when I'm gone"

      Aye yo, Ci Ci
      Let me show you how to do a singin' bitch, greasy
      You was by Lennox, yeah the one on Peachtree
      I was with Demetri
      Seen you on your Love & Hip Hop, Mendecees
      "F-f-f-fuck these petty niggas" is a bitch motto
      If I say it on wax, every bitch follow
      If I'm sippin' in the club, Myx Moscato
      I got a big fat ass, big dicks follow
      Hit him with the back shots
      Hit him with the ass shots
      Take him to the bank then I hit him with cash shots
      I do it big, I hit him with the caps lock
      I'm gonna ball, I hit him with the mascot
      No, I never been there, but I like to Bangkok
      Big fat titties when they hangin' out my tanktop
      You gon' play me
      On Instagram niggas tryna shade me
      But your bitch at home tryna play me
      I'm Nicki M Weezy F, baby
      Man, fuck you and your lady
      Gun butt you, 'cause you shady
      Now which bitch want it?
      'Cause that bitch get it
      I gave him to you bitch
      Don't fucking forget it

      I just went through a break up (Ooh yay-yay-yay)
      But it's okay, I got my cake up (Ooh yay-yay-yay)
      Do my hair, put on some makeup (Ooh yay-yay-yay)
      Tryna see where tonight gon' take us (Ooh yay-yay-yay)
      I put some pics up lookin' sexy (Ooh yay-yay-yay)
      Now this nigga wanna text me (Ooh yay-yay-yay)
      How much you wanna bet me? (Ooh yay-yay-yay)
      He gon' regret the day he left me (Ooh yay-yay-yay, ooh yay-yay-yay)

      Celebratin' our breakin' up, oh whoa
      Bartender go 'head and pour me a little more
      Tonight we gon' have us a good time
      Let's have a toast to our goodbyes, oh whoa
      Ladies, it's your song
      So as soon as this come on
      You should get out on the floor
      Gon' and get your sexy on
      If you know that you better
      Then the new girl that he on
      Go 'head and tell him now
      "You gon' miss me when I'm gone" (I'm out)

      I'm out
      I'm out
      I'm out

      Now tell me, do my ladies run this (Ooh yay-yay-yay)
      Not even Hammer can touch this (Ooh yay-yay-yay)
      We standin' up on all the couches (Ooh yay-yay-yay)
      Tomorrow you gon' hear about this (Ooh yay-yay-yay)
      This is what you hearin' through your speakers (Ooh yay-yay-yay)
      That's why we dancin' til our feet hurt (Ooh yay-yay-yay)
      See I found out he was my problem (Ooh yay-yay-yay)
      Tonight I came out here to solve 'em (Ooh yay-yay-yay, ooh yay-yay-yay)

      Celebratin' our breakin' up, oh whoa
      Bartender go 'head and pour me a little more
      Tonight we gon' have us a good time
      Let's have a toast to our goodbyes, oh whoa
      Ladies, it's your song
      So as soon as this come on
      You should get out on the floor
      Gon' and get your sexy on
      If you know that you better
      Then the new girl that he on
      Go 'head and tell him now
      "You gon' miss me when I'm gone" (I'm out)

      The way I put it on you got you goin' trippy (whoa)
      You wanna come for it
      Wishin' you could get it get it (whoa)
      No-o-o-o-oo, No-o-o-o-oo
      I got you hot, make you stop
      When you see me, see me
      You got your hand out, talkin' 'bout "gimme, gimme"
      No-o-o-o-oo, No-o-o-o-oo

      Ladies, it's your song
      So as soon as this come on

      Say "fuck these petty niggas"
      If these niggas did you wrong
      If he got a new bitch
      Then tell that bitch meet you outside
      And pop her like a molly
      Tell them bitches recognize
      Winnin' (I'm out), I'm winnin'
      The end and the beginnin'
      I send them on an errand
      Then I send them like my children (children)
      You couldn't get a fan
      If it was hangin' from the ceilin' (I'm out)

      SONGWRITERS:
      HILL, JEVON LENDRICK / THOMAS, THEODORE TEDDY / THOMAS, THERON MAKIEL / THOMAS, TIMOTHY JAMAHLI / MARAJ, ONIKA TANYA / HARRIS, CIARA PRINCESS
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