Lyrics Sl*t Him Out - Yung Baby Tate

Yeah, uh, yeah (HitKidd, what it do, man?)

I'm tryna slut this nigga out (slut 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)

I'm finna slut this nigga out (slut him out)
I'm finna slut this nigga out (slut him out)
I'm finna slut this nigga out (slut him out)
I'm finna slut this nigga out (slut him out)

Where the fuck the freak niggas at? I'm tryna see 'em (yeah)
All, all up in my section, it's packed like Coliseums (yeah)
They say the nasty niggas in jail, I tell 'em, "Free 'em" (free 'em)
I'm finna put that nigga through Hell, 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 (Yеah)
He say, "You nasty," I said, "What's the problem?"
"Don't you want a bitch to throw that dick back likе a shot?"

Uhm, 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, bitch, I get gross
Wait until you see what I can do with my toes
I'm finna turn that nigga to a slut, Amber Rose
And then I'm bussin' twenty one times on his nose (ah, ah)

I'm tryna slut this nigga out (slut 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)

I'm finna slut this nigga out (slut him out)
I'm finna slut this nigga out (slut him out)
I'm finna slut this nigga out (slut him out)
I'm finna slut this nigga out (slut him out)

I'm finna show this nigga every position in Kama Sutra (yeah)
Finna put his big oblongata in my medulla
Bitch, 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 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, nigga, 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 pussy and my crack
I can hop on it, spin around, keep the dick still intact

I mean, keep the dick still inside
I was bumpin' Trina when I learned how to ride
I was scared of the dick 'til I heard Kim
And listenin' to Nicki taught me that that ménage ain't just for him, huh

I'm just tryna slut this nigga out (slut 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 y(eah)

I'm finna slut this nigga out (slut him out)
I'm finna slut this nigga out (slut him out)
I'm finna slut this nigga out (slut him out)
I'm finna slut this nigga out (Slut him out)

Mmm, was talkin' all that tough shit in the text messages
Why you sittin' so far over there? Why your pants on?