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yung kitt katt & hoodrat spice - 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 after liquor, done my drugs all free
i got all these b+tches, they can never get to me
drop [?], or the magnum, or the way, or the b+tch
so you know i’m acting [?]
icy but no chip on my shoulder
my b+tches clean, like [?]
we pull the tech out and cum on the f+cking 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 hold all 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
tell [?], like my sh+t windex
gassing on the beef, 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 drill 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 rachet, livin’ life real lavish
[?] s+x [?], you can 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 off this [?] sh+t
at the party, [?] 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 shane daw
this a robbery, bang on the front though
this beat was great, shout out [?] heavy ice
i’m the next big thing, ain’t no fight
all you ever djs just tryna bite
now on this rap game, let me show you right
[pre+chorus: hoodrat spice]
from [?], in my glass
b+tch what you doing? no class
no teacher, not a creature
ain’t no player even finna want [?]

[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 and 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 and 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 and 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 thrill?
[?] tip, b+tch i like to k!ll
do you ever know me off the carter?
in the club raising [?] 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 [?], [?] it
life’s like a flat head, f+cking screw it
[pre+chorus: hoodrat spice]
from [?], in my glass
b+tch what you doing? no class
no teacher, not a creature
ain’t no player even finna want [?]

- yung kitt katt hoodrat spice lyrics

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