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letra de slut him out again - baby tate

sl-t him out again lyrics
[intro: baby tate]
yeah, uh, yeah
(hitkidd, what it do, man?)

[chorus: baby tate]
i’m just tryna sl-t this n-gga out (sl-t him out)
gargle on his kids, then spit ’em in his mouth (in his mouth)
i told him slurp me up like spaghetti
he thought he was a freak ’til he met me (yeah)
and now i’m finna show him what it’s ’bout (yeah)

[post-chorus: baby tate]
i’m finna sl-t this n-gga out (sl-t him out)
i’m finna sl-t this n-gga out (sl-t him out)
i’m finna sl-t this n-gga out (sl-t him out)
i’m finna sl-t this n-gga out (sl-t him out)

[verse 1: baby tate]
where the f-ck the freak n-ggas at? i’m tryna see ’em (yeah)
all up in my section, it’s packed like coliseums (yeah)
they say the nasty n-ggas in jail, i tell ’em, “free ’em” (free ’em)
i’m finna put that n-gga through h-ll, i’m finna heat him (ah)
hot like a sauna, slipplin’ out the condom
freak in me told me to go get him, so i got him (yeah)
he say “you nasty,” i said, “what’s the problem?”
don’t you want a b-tch to throw that d-ck back like a shot?
yeah, and i don’t need chasers
lady in the streets, dominatrix on paper
i’ma do a trick on him if he throw that paper
hit him with that gawk, call me tony hawk, i’m a skater
i get gnarly, b-tch, i get gross
wait until you see what i can do with my toes
i’m finna turn that n-gga to a sl-t, amber rose
and then i’m bussin’ twenty one times on his nose
[chorus: baby tate]
i’m just tryna sl-t this n-gga out (sl-t him out)
gargle on his kids, then spit ’em in his mouth (in his mouth)
i told him slurp me up like spaghetti
he thought he was a freak ’til he met me (yeah)
and now i’m finna show him what it’s ’bout (yeah)

[post-chorus: baby tate & kali]
i’m finna sl-t this n-gga out (sl-t him out)
i’m finna sl-t this n-gga out (sl-t him out)
i’m finna sl-t this n-gga out (sl-t him out)
i’m finna sl-t this n-gga out (sl-t him out)
kali

[verse 2: kali]
i’m finna sl-t this b-tch out
can’t make it to the bed ‘cause she tapped out on the couch
heard she got a n-gga, put my p-ssy in her mouth
i can take your n-gga or your b-tch, f-ck that house
i said what i said
upside down in the p-ssy like he standin’ on the kid
he said that he a dog, guess that’s why he like to beg
i’m a real freak b-tch, i don’t want no weak d-ck
gotta eat this ass like 7 days a week, sis
i could tell he ain’t never had a nasty b-tch
finna cuss this n-gga out if he keep missing the cl-t
all in my ear moanin’ like a freak hoe
in the p-ssy drownin’, you could say he got a deep throat
why b-tches love tellin’ me that he a hoe?
‘cause i don’t give a f-ck, know i love a sl-t n-gga
love when he hit it from the back
might just say his name, he gon’ make my b-tt bigger
kali
[chorus: baby tate]
i’m just tryna sl-t this n-gga out (sl-t him out)
gargle on his kids, then spit ’em in his mouth (in his mouth)
i told him slurp me up like spaghetti
he thought he was a freak ’til he met me (yeah)
and now i’m finna show him what it’s ’bout (yeah)

[verse 3: baby tate]
i’m finna show this n-gga every position in kama sutra (yeah)
finna put his big oblongata in my medulla
b-tch, i’m finna bust open wide ’cause i’m a shooter
he said “i never did this before,” well, i’m a tutor
let me show you how the real freaks get down dirty and filthy
i like to get messy, ain’t n0body scared of a lil’ skeet
buss it on my face, they say, “nut keep that skin clean”
put it on him so good, i got him beggin’ me, like chill please
h-ll nah, n-gga, this your class, use your tongue when you l!ck this ass
spittin’ on it make it look like glass, up and down my neck, my back
just like that, l!ck my p-ssy and my crack
i can hop on it, spin around, keep the d-ck still intact
i mean, keep the d-ck still inside
i was bumpin’ trina when i learned how to ride
i was scared of the d-ck ’til i heard kim
and listenin’ to nicki taught me that that ménage ain’t just for him
[chorus: baby tate]
i’m just tryna sl-t this n-gga out (sl-t him out)
gargle on his kids, then spit ’em in his mouth (in his mouth)
i told him slurp me up like spaghetti
he thought he was a freak ’til he met me (yeah)
and now i’m finna show him what it’s ’bout (yeah)

[outro: baby tate]
mmm, was talkin’ all that tough sh-t in the text messages
why you sittin’ so far over there?
why your pants still on?[intro: baby tate]
yeah, uh, yeah
(hitkidd, what it do, man?)

- baby tate

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