Lindsay Lohan lyrics

[Verse 1: Hoodrat Spice]
Not in the club but we still V.I.P
Internet famous, so we need no ID
Don't pay at the liquor store, my drugs all free
I got all these b*tches thinking they can get to me
Drop [?], or the Magnum, or the way, or the b*tch
So you know I'm acting colder
Icy but no chip on my shoulder
My b*tches clean, like Ajax
We pull the tech out and c*m all up on your stacks
b*tches think they hard, but no erection
Yo b*tch straight ugly, [?] deflection
And I'll be real honest, yo b*tch be hooking it up
'Cause she all on this, yeah, she all on this
But I don't want sh*t, so I don't flaunt sh*t
You ugly basic b*tches on your debutante sh*t
Stay broke, b*tch, or f*cking pay me
Put that knife away, b*tch, you ain't finna slay me
Hella clean flows like my sh*t Windex
Gassing on the beat, getting lean, no flex
This a pre-test, what the f*ck am I?
Just a young ratchet tryna get real high
Trip a b*tch out like she on some LSI
Club drugs going, Vaseline on my eyes
Yeah, I'm gone, but I ain't pulling Houdini
Get in-out like a white b*tch's linguine
Side to park, I step out
I'm on my Trill sh*t, getting rich, no doubt
b*tch try and step, got the 47 popin'
Lil' dude stepping, might have to drop him
Got frostbite from this, bur (Bur)
b*tch ain't got it, I'm ripping out her
Young ratchet, livin' life real lavish
Got a stack so fat, you can't match it
Now who is this young white ratchet b*tch?
Smoking all of my loud and murkin' my b*tch
I swear to f*cking God, I'm on some strong sh*t
At the party, savage, let me bomb sh*t
Now my coke is white, and my tabs is rainbow
So many rails, call me train doe
Leave a b*tch faceless, call her Jane Doe
This a robbery, bang on the front door
This beat was great, shout out to Matty Ice
I'm the next big bang, ain't no fight
All you other DJs just tryna bite
Now on this rap game, let me show you right
[Pre-Chorus: Hoodrat Spice]
Promethazine in my glass
b*tch, what you doing? No class
No teacher, not a preacher
Ain't no player even finna want eat your

[Chorus: Yung Kitt Katt]
I'm the Jordan twenty seven club, Cobain
You know what it is, cocaine
Sipping purp, drove smoking
I'm like rap game ratchet Lindsay Lohan
I'm the Jordan twenty seven club, Cobain
You know what it is, cocaine
Sipping purp, drove smoking
I'm like rap game ratchet Lindsay Lohan

[Verse 2: Yung Kitt Katt]
Catch me on the TV, TMZ
f*ck your b*tches, no sodomy
Your man didn't f*ck me, he thought of me
Slice your head in half, lobotomy
What's the price of my shoes? A couple bills
What about my crib? A few mill'
You're thirteen, what you know about Trill?
[?] tip, b*tch, I like to kill
Do you even know me off the Carter?
In the club raising hell, Clive Barker
Cheat on you with Paris, Travis Barker
Your hair looks [?] sharpie marker
Tell you [?], yeah, you're that stupid
b*tch, you move on [?], you never knew it
Give my b*tch to Goodwill, say "Outgrew it"
Life's like a flat head, f*cking screw it
[Pre-Chorus: Hoodrat Spice]
Promethazine in my glass
b*tch, what you doing? No class
No teacher, not a preacher
Ain't no player even finna want your

[Chorus: Yung Kitt Katt]
I'm the Jordan twenty seven club, Cobain
You know what it is, cocaine
Sipping purp, drove smoking
I'm like rap game ratchet Lindsay Lohan
I'm the Jordan twenty seven club, Cobain
You know what it is, cocaine
Sipping purp, drove smoking
I'm like rap game ratchet Lindsay Lohan