Lyrics Slut Him Out Again by Kali

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

I'm just tryna sl*t this n***a 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)

I'm finna sl*t this n***a out (Sl*t him out)
I'm finna sl*t this n***a out (Sl*t him out)
I'm finna sl*t this n***a out (Sl*t him out)
I'm finna sl*t this n***a out (Sl*t him out)

Where the f**k the freak n***as at? I'm tryna see 'em (Yeah)
All up in my section, it's packed like Coliseums (Yeah)
They say the nasty n***as in jail, I tell 'em, "Free 'em" (Free 'em)
I'm finna put that n***a 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*t*h to throw that d**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*t*h, I get gross
Wait until you see what I can do with my toes
I'm finna turn that n***a to a sl*t, Amber Rose
And then I'm bussin' twenty-one times on his nose
I'm just tryna sl*t this n***a 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)

I'm finna sl*t this n***a out (Sl*t him out)
I'm finna sl*t this n***a out (Sl*t him out)
I'm finna sl*t this n***a out (Sl*t him out)
I'm finna sl*t this n***a out (Sl*t him out, Kali)

I'm finna sl*t this b*t*h out
Can't make it to the bed 'cause she tapped out on the couch
Heard she got a n***a, but my pu**y in her mouth
I can take your n***a or your b*t*h, f**k that house
I said what I said
Upside-down in the pu**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*t*h, I don't want no weak d**k
Gotta eat this a**, like, seven days a week, sis
I could tell he ain't never had a nasty b*t*h
Finna cuss this n***a out if he keep missin' the clit
All in my ear moanin' like a freak ho
In the pu**y drownin', you could say he got a deep throat
Why b*t*hes love tellin' me that he a ho?
'Cause I don't give a f**k, know I love a sl*t n***a
Love when he hit it from the back
Might just say his name, he gon' make my b*** bigger (Kali)
I'm just tryna sl*t this n***a 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)

I'm finna sl*t this n***a out (Sl*t him out)
I'm finna sl*t this n***a out (Sl*t him out)
I'm finna sl*t this n***a out (Sl*t him out)
I'm finna sl*t this n***a out (Sl*t him out)

I'm finna show this n***a every position in Kama Sutra (Yeah)
Finna put his big oblongata in my medulla
B*t*h, 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***a, this your cla**, use your tongue when you lick this a**
Spittin' on it make it look like gla**, up and down my neck, my back
Just like that, lick my pu**y and my crack
I can hop on it, spin around, keep the d**k still intact
I mean, keep the d**k still inside
I was bumpin' Trina when I learned how to ride
I was scared of the d**k 'til I heard Kim
And listenin' to Nicki taught me that that ménage ain't just for him
I'm just tryna sl*t this n***a 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)

I'm finna sl*t this n***a out (Sl*t him out)
I'm finna sl*t this n***a out (Sl*t him out)
I'm finna sl*t this n***a out (Sl*t him out)
I'm finna sl*t this n***a out (Sl*t him out)

Mmm, was talkin' all that tough sh*t in the text messages
Why you sittin' so far over there?
Why your pants still on?