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letra de turn him out again - baby tate

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

[chorus: baby tate]
i’m just tryna come and turn him out (turn him out)
gargle on his ahh—, 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 come and turn him out (turn him out)
i’m finna come and turn him out (turn him out)
i’m finna come and turn him out (turn him out)
i’m finna come and turn him out (turn him out)

[verse 1: baby tate]
tell me where the freaks be at? i’m tryna see ’em (yeah)
all up in my section, it’s packed like coliseums (yeah)
they say the nasty boys in jail, i tell ’em, “free ’em” (free ’em)
i’m finna put that n— through h-ll, i’m finna hеat him (ah)
hot like a sauna, slipplin’ out the condom (yeah)
frеak in me told me to go get him, so i got him (yeah)
he say “you nasty,” i said, “what’s the problem?” (uh-huh)
don’t you want a uh— to throw that— back like a shot? ummm
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, i get gross
wait until you see what i can do with my toes
i’m finna turn that n— to a s—, amber rose
and then i’m bussin’ twenty one times on his nose
[chorus: baby tate]
i’m tryna come and turn him out (turn him out)
gargle on his uhh—, 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 2: kali]
i’m finna s— this b—ch out
and make it to the bed ‘cause she tapped out on the couch
heard she got a n—, put my meow in her mouth
i can take your n— or your b—, f— that house
i said what i said
upside down in the meow 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-freak, i don’t want no weak
gotta eat this like 7 days a week, sis
i could tell he ain’t never had a nasty b—
finna cuss this n— out if he keep missing it
all in my ear moanin’ like a freak
in the p— drownin’, you could say he got a deep water
why b—es love tellin’ me that he a—?
‘cause i don’t give a—, know i love a—
love when he hit it from the back
might just say his name, he gon’ make my b-tt bigger
[chorus: baby tate]
i’m tryna come and turn him out (turn him out)
gargle on his uhh—, 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 mm— every position in kama sutra (yeah)
finna put his big oblongata in my medulla
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, baby, this your class, use your tongue when you l!ck this mm—
spittin’ on it make it look like glass, up and down my neck, my back
just like that, l!ck my neck and my back
i can hop on it, spin around, keep the— still intact
i mean, keep the d— still inside
i was bumpin’ trina when i learned how to ride
i was scared of the mm— ’til i heard kim
and listenin’ to nicki taught me that that ménage ain’t just for him
[chorus: baby tate]
i’m tryna come and turn him out (turn him out)
gargle on his uhh—, 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]
hahahah

- baby tate

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