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 hell, I'm finna heat him (Ah)
Hot like a sauna, slippin' 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 di*k 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, but my pus*y 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 pus*y like he standin' on a keg
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 di*k
Gotta eat this ass, like, seven 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 missin' the clit
All in my ear moanin' like a freak ho
In the pus*y drownin', you could say he got a deep throat
Why b*tches love tellin' me that he a ho?
'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 butt 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)

[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 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
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 nobody 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
Hell nah, n*gga, this your class, use your tongue when you lick this ass
Spittin' on it make it look like glass, up and down my neck, my back
Just like that, lick my pus*y and my crack
I can hop on it, spin around, keep the di*k still intact
I mean, keep the di*k still inside
I was bumpin' Trina when I learned how to ride
I was scared of the di*k '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)

[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)

[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?