Lohan (Let Me Fuck Your Girl! Pt. 2)

[Intro]
Ayo the freaks come out at night

[Verse]
[?] bitches, I'm feeling like the man and ladies, they sending pictures
Where the bucks? But really I'm just tryna get them drugs
When it in she say "Uh" and the neighbors caught our lah
Oh, wait for it, I'll prolly spit some cake on it
Fall asleep and wake on it, nah I'm fuckin' with you
Hit the phone, see what's good for the night
Watch the fight, fuck your wife, maybe write
I can't even call it gab, bitches want it like foster's, they know I'm tryna poke
And the pussy so good I had to spark the pole
I'm feeling like the Pope on my fly shit
Walk around the crib with my dick out, you mad bitch?
Uh, baby girl you gots to get with the program
Soft white for your face, call it Lohan
You can never catch me slipping, I ain't your man

[Chorus]
What you tripping for? baby I'm just rolling (Blowing)
Smoking, baby I'm just rolling (Flowing)
Smoking, baby I'm just rolling (Flowing)
Smoking, baby I'm just-

[Outro]
Yes, y'head?