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baby tate - turn him out lyrics

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

[chorus]
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 (like “ahh”)
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]
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]
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 hеll, i’m finna heat him (ah)
hot like a sauna, slipplin’ out the condom (yеah)
freak 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 (uh+huh)
lady in the streets, dominatrix on paper (uh+huh)
i’ma do a trick on him if he throw that paper (yeah)
hit him with that gawk, call me tony hawk, i’m a skater (yeah)
i get gnarly, i get gross (yeah, ah)
wait until you see what i can do with my toes (ah, yeah, ah, yeah)
i’m finna turn that n— to a s—, amber rose (ah, yeah, ah, yeah)
and then i’m bussin’ twenty one times on his nose (ah, yeah, ah, yeah)
[chorus]
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 (like “ahh”)
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]
i’m finna show this mm— every position in kama sutra (yeah)
finna put his big oblongata in my medulla (yeah, mm)
i’m finna bust open wide ’cause i’m a shooter (what?)
said “i never did this before,” well, i’m a tutor (ha)
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 (lil’ what?)
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 (haha)
h+ll nah, baby, this your class, use your tongue when you l!ck this mm— (yeah)
spittin’ on it make it look like glass, up and down my neck, my back (yeah)
just like that, l!ck my neck and my back
i can hop on it, spin around, keep the— still intact (yeah)
i mean, keep the d— still inside (yeah)
i was bumpin’ trina when i learned how to ride (yeah)
i was scared of the mm— ’til i heard kim (yeah, ah)
and listenin’ to nicki taught me that that ménage ain’t just for him (yeah, ah, yeah)
[chorus]
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 (like “ahh”)
he thought he was a freak ’til he met me (yeah)
and now i’m finna show him what it’s ’bout (yeah)

[outro]
hahahah

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