Can't touch this, Can't touch this
They be in the club wondering why they can't touch this
Can't touch this, Can't touch this
They be looking dumb wondering why they can't touch this
Can't touch this, Can't touch this
They be in the club wondering why they can't touch this
Can't touch this, Can't touch this
They be looking dumb wondering why they can't touch this
Look at it this way I am a boss
I am the boss of your mother fucking boss
Sick as a dog, bitches will bark
Look at these thighs thicker than fog
Thicker than cars, women and clothes
Breaking my back when the bass is in the bose
When you wanna go, tell me when to go
She doing the most now we doing the most
Don't stop till the place about too close
Get up out of clothes now that bitch is naked
Flash Flash
Tagging location
Flash Flash
Now they wanna say shit
Bitch go stupid yeah I'm on that bass shit
Running on my tab I could get you wasted
Don't touch the homie don't touch the casewiss
Act like you know me like I'm who you came with
Can't touch this, Can't touch this
They be in the club wondering why they can't touch this
Can't touch this, Can't touch this
They be looking dumb wondering why they can't touch this
Can't touch this, Can't touch this
They be in the club wondering why they can't touch this
Can't touch this, Can't touch this
They be looking dumb wondering why they can't touch this
Can't touch the homie, hell no you can't touch the homie
Can't touch the homie, hell no you can't touch the homie
I'm trying to get higher, higher, higher than a hanglider
Who got a lighter, room spinning like a dryer
Aldi-R-8, GT-spider
Haters gonna hate, but they really admire
The fixture on the flyer all brand new in tact
Get a celebrity some of you might-a heard of me
She digging my swiggidy, wanna get with the viggidy
She pretty my niggidy, come and get your presniggidy
I think she wanna hit me, hit me off
Function with sandwhich on my appostrophe-D-mattress
My style navish, tides cool status
Getting moneys a happening
Bad batches are ratches
I'm kind of a big deal
I promise you it's for real
I live over here, you can tell I ain't missing a meal
The club going crazy on this bonca bonca
We sitting and the bartender holla holla
Can't touch this, Can't touch this
They be in the club wondering why they can't touch this
Can't touch this, Can't touch this
They be looking dumb wondering why they can't touch this
Can't touch this, Can't touch this
They be in the club wondering why they can't touch this
Can't touch this, Can't touch this
They be looking dumb wondering why they can't touch this
Can't touch the homie, hell no you can't touch the homie
Can't touch this, Can't touch the homie
Can't touch this, hell no you can't touch the homie
You can't touch it mate, can't touch it mate can't touch this
You can't touch it mate, can't touch it mate, can't touch this
Can't touch this, Can't touch this
They be in the club wondering why they can't touch this
Can't touch this, Can't touch this
They be looking dumb wondering why they can't touch this
Can't touch this, Can't touch this
They be in the club wondering why they can't touch this
Can't touch this, Can't touch this
They be looking dumb wondering why they can't touch this
Nilly lyrics - Colette Carr
It's like I slipped -and fell – scrapped my knee – On Gold
Lived to tell that he rapes the beat Untold
Faced with hell cause The graves are deep –
So all you lil suckers don't crack a peep- go back to sleep
4am still slappin beats tap ya feet- yah it's hapaning
Your jumpin Turn it up it's bunpin! fire Burnin up or something
I'm loving, bass knocking! That's nothing! Bays poppin!
No stopping beat is talking kids listen in got the streets go rockin
Go numb Go silly
Go dumb Go Nilly
Nilly on the beat, Nilly Nilly on the beat (what what what)
Nilly on the beat, Nilly Nilly on the beat (what what what)
Nilly on the beat, Nilly Nilly on the beat (what what what)
Nilly on the beat, Nilly Nilly on the beat (what what what)
Hold up- hold up it's perfection see
Got the master standin next to me
Gunna blast ya with complexity
This bass just straight affecting me
Feel it feel it in the depths of me
Step by steps I be reppin the
N.I.L.L.why I love u freak
U beats just so unique
Unique- Unique you need a Nilly on the beat
U make-makin like a triallion a week
Mistake if you ain't chill in with we
Case we are-
Nilly on the beat- cCarr
Ain't no stoppings beats this hard
Ain't no stopping Nilly on the beat
GO numb Go silly
Go Dumb Go Nilly!
Nilly on the beat, Nilly Nilly on the beat (what what what)
Nilly on the beat, Nilly Nilly on the beat (what what what)
Nilly on the beat, Nilly Nilly on the beat (what what what)
Nilly on the beat, Nilly Nilly on the beat (what what what)
Come thru with me- getta thru
We B on V ahead of you
We see that we are bettah too
What can I do?
Lived to tell that he rapes the beat Untold
Faced with hell cause The graves are deep –
So all you lil suckers don't crack a peep- go back to sleep
4am still slappin beats tap ya feet- yah it's hapaning
Your jumpin Turn it up it's bunpin! fire Burnin up or something
I'm loving, bass knocking! That's nothing! Bays poppin!
No stopping beat is talking kids listen in got the streets go rockin
Go numb Go silly
Go dumb Go Nilly
Nilly on the beat, Nilly Nilly on the beat (what what what)
Nilly on the beat, Nilly Nilly on the beat (what what what)
Nilly on the beat, Nilly Nilly on the beat (what what what)
Nilly on the beat, Nilly Nilly on the beat (what what what)
Hold up- hold up it's perfection see
Got the master standin next to me
Gunna blast ya with complexity
This bass just straight affecting me
Feel it feel it in the depths of me
Step by steps I be reppin the
N.I.L.L.why I love u freak
U beats just so unique
Unique- Unique you need a Nilly on the beat
U make-makin like a triallion a week
Mistake if you ain't chill in with we
Case we are-
Nilly on the beat- cCarr
Ain't no stoppings beats this hard
Ain't no stopping Nilly on the beat
GO numb Go silly
Go Dumb Go Nilly!
Nilly on the beat, Nilly Nilly on the beat (what what what)
Nilly on the beat, Nilly Nilly on the beat (what what what)
Nilly on the beat, Nilly Nilly on the beat (what what what)
Nilly on the beat, Nilly Nilly on the beat (what what what)
Come thru with me- getta thru
We B on V ahead of you
We see that we are bettah too
What can I do?
No I.D. lyrics - Frankmusik (feat. Colette Carr)
We got the green to the paper,
Ending up, green in the face yeah
Bumped up, put ya head in the party
Jumped up, 4:30 in the morning
I’m gone when the drinks are pouring
Shots in my glass are tastin' borin'
We can be classy, we can be nasty
We go hard in the downtown party
You got a problem with me?
Shut ya mouth and party with me
But so sideways, don’t mind me we need no I.D.
[Chorus]
No, I got no I.D.
No no, no I got no I.D.
No, I got no I.D.
No no, no I got no I.D.
There’s nobody else,
And there’s you and there’s me
I don’t need
No, I got no I.D.
No no, no I got no I.D.
Open invitation
No identification
Check out this place
It’s bouncing off when the bass hits
Pick you up, I miss you baby
You got a body like a leading lady
Get a medic ’cause you drive me crazy
No chases, let’s get wasted
You got a problem with me?
Shut ya mouth and party with me
But so sideways, don’t mind me we need no I.D.
[Chorus]
No, I got no I.D.
No no, no I got no I.D.
No, I got no I.D.
No no, no I got no I.D.
There’s nobody else,
And there’s you and there’s me
I don’t need
No, I got no I.D.
No no, no I got no I.D.
Tell everybody there’s a party so come follow me
It’s not that far, we’ll raid the bar and we need no I.D.
Tell everybody there’s a party so come follow me
It’s not that far, we’ll raid the bar and we need no I.D.
[Chorus]
No, I got no I.D.
No no, no I got no I.D.
No, I got no I.D.
No no, no I got no I.D.
There’s nobody else,
And there’s you and there’s me
I don’t need
No, I got no I.D.
No no, no I got no I.D.
No, I got no I.D.
No no, no I got no I.D.
(I got no I.D.)
And there’s nobody else,
And there’s you and there’s me
I don’t need
No, I got no I.D.
No no, no I got no I.D.
Ending up, green in the face yeah
Bumped up, put ya head in the party
Jumped up, 4:30 in the morning
I’m gone when the drinks are pouring
Shots in my glass are tastin' borin'
We can be classy, we can be nasty
We go hard in the downtown party
You got a problem with me?
Shut ya mouth and party with me
But so sideways, don’t mind me we need no I.D.
[Chorus]
No, I got no I.D.
No no, no I got no I.D.
No, I got no I.D.
No no, no I got no I.D.
There’s nobody else,
And there’s you and there’s me
I don’t need
No, I got no I.D.
No no, no I got no I.D.
Open invitation
No identification
Check out this place
It’s bouncing off when the bass hits
Pick you up, I miss you baby
You got a body like a leading lady
Get a medic ’cause you drive me crazy
No chases, let’s get wasted
You got a problem with me?
Shut ya mouth and party with me
But so sideways, don’t mind me we need no I.D.
[Chorus]
No, I got no I.D.
No no, no I got no I.D.
No, I got no I.D.
No no, no I got no I.D.
There’s nobody else,
And there’s you and there’s me
I don’t need
No, I got no I.D.
No no, no I got no I.D.
Tell everybody there’s a party so come follow me
It’s not that far, we’ll raid the bar and we need no I.D.
Tell everybody there’s a party so come follow me
It’s not that far, we’ll raid the bar and we need no I.D.
[Chorus]
No, I got no I.D.
No no, no I got no I.D.
No, I got no I.D.
No no, no I got no I.D.
There’s nobody else,
And there’s you and there’s me
I don’t need
No, I got no I.D.
No no, no I got no I.D.
No, I got no I.D.
No no, no I got no I.D.
(I got no I.D.)
And there’s nobody else,
And there’s you and there’s me
I don’t need
No, I got no I.D.
No no, no I got no I.D.
Like I Got A Gun (Remix) lyrics - Colette Carr (feat. YG)
Come on make the mess of me,
You know I got the recipe
Cooking up... I keep it moving like a centipede
No I'm not a center piece, bitch what you looking at
Kisses to my enemies, kiss, kiss on your ass
Hey, hey, give me that, hey, hey, bring it back
Check the address, I'm a check it's sent to me
Same place he's sent to be
Cherry, cherry boom boom
All I see is clap clap, all I here is boom boom
This is what I'm used to, ah, ah
Uh, uh, hotches bending over backwards
Just to set the goose, goose
Same party, same shit, new dj, new boy
My life is harder than a bustier
Everybody put your hands up like I got a gun
Like I got a gun, yeah, like I got a gun
Everybody put your hands up like I got a gun
Like I got a gun, stop, like I got a gun yeah
Like I got a gun
Keep it coming, keep it coming
I got cases by the dozen
Picking up ideas, like the brain's in the oven
With the recipe, whoop, whoop, recipe
Someone help me out and tell the fucking ninja enter please
Oops, I forgot to breathe, inhale, exhale, ah, let it be
Yo, yo, what what, skeezers in the back, yeah, bitches in the front
See, this is not a game this is just for fun
Wanna see you put your arms up like I got a what
Stop, drop, clap, clap, low, then bring it back
Now take your clothes off
Why? Cause I said so,
Shh, quite,.. give that culo some besos
Everybody put your hands up like I got a gun
Like I got a gun, yeah, like I got a gun
Everybody put your hands up like I got a gun
Like I got a gun, stop, like I got a gun yeah
Like I got a gun
Stop, drop, clap, clap,
Stop, drop, clap, clap, low, then bring it back
Stop, drop, clap, clap,
Stop, drop, clap, clap, low, then bring it back
Everybody put your hands up like I got a gun
Like I got a gun, yeah, like I got a gun
Everybody put your hands up like I got a gun
Like I got a gun, stop, like I got a gun yeah
Like I got a gun
Everybody put your hands up like I got a gun
Like I got a gun, yeah, like I got a gun
Everybody put your hands up like I got a gun
Like I got a gun, stop, like I got a gun yeah
Like I got a gun
Stop, drop, clap, clap,
Stop, drop, clap, clap, low, then bring it back
Stop, drop, clap, clap,
Stop, drop, clap, clap, low, then bring it back
Everybody put your hands up like I got a gun, stop
Like I got a gun.
You know I got the recipe
Cooking up... I keep it moving like a centipede
No I'm not a center piece, bitch what you looking at
Kisses to my enemies, kiss, kiss on your ass
Hey, hey, give me that, hey, hey, bring it back
Check the address, I'm a check it's sent to me
Same place he's sent to be
Cherry, cherry boom boom
All I see is clap clap, all I here is boom boom
This is what I'm used to, ah, ah
Uh, uh, hotches bending over backwards
Just to set the goose, goose
Same party, same shit, new dj, new boy
My life is harder than a bustier
Everybody put your hands up like I got a gun
Like I got a gun, yeah, like I got a gun
Everybody put your hands up like I got a gun
Like I got a gun, stop, like I got a gun yeah
Like I got a gun
Keep it coming, keep it coming
I got cases by the dozen
Picking up ideas, like the brain's in the oven
With the recipe, whoop, whoop, recipe
Someone help me out and tell the fucking ninja enter please
Oops, I forgot to breathe, inhale, exhale, ah, let it be
Yo, yo, what what, skeezers in the back, yeah, bitches in the front
See, this is not a game this is just for fun
Wanna see you put your arms up like I got a what
Stop, drop, clap, clap, low, then bring it back
Now take your clothes off
Why? Cause I said so,
Shh, quite,.. give that culo some besos
Everybody put your hands up like I got a gun
Like I got a gun, yeah, like I got a gun
Everybody put your hands up like I got a gun
Like I got a gun, stop, like I got a gun yeah
Like I got a gun
Stop, drop, clap, clap,
Stop, drop, clap, clap, low, then bring it back
Stop, drop, clap, clap,
Stop, drop, clap, clap, low, then bring it back
Everybody put your hands up like I got a gun
Like I got a gun, yeah, like I got a gun
Everybody put your hands up like I got a gun
Like I got a gun, stop, like I got a gun yeah
Like I got a gun
Everybody put your hands up like I got a gun
Like I got a gun, yeah, like I got a gun
Everybody put your hands up like I got a gun
Like I got a gun, stop, like I got a gun yeah
Like I got a gun
Stop, drop, clap, clap,
Stop, drop, clap, clap, low, then bring it back
Stop, drop, clap, clap,
Stop, drop, clap, clap, low, then bring it back
Everybody put your hands up like I got a gun, stop
Like I got a gun.
Delusional lyrics - Colette Carr
Oh, oh, oh [x4]
Step on out the hidden clouds,
Head in the sky, tripping out of bounds
So please I beg, try to keep it down,
Which your underground cause hell it sounds like piss!
So I guess that it's just mainstream
No my name's not baby,
The way she's looking, crazy, delusional,
Can I have a number two, the usual,
Cause I took your shit for so long,
Listen to you bitch and moan on.
Trying to convince its mutual,
Mr Big head, you better think quick or you'll slip too far, too far,
Mr can't see clearly, but I can't trip its just who you are!
[Chorus:]
Delusional, you're being delusional,
From the base to LA sing along!
From the games, you played, number one
Trying to start a fight when you take it outside, out, out, out
Acting like you like me, I'm politely asking nicely
Keep it in your pants and leave it there,
Never been a chance, so be prepared,
For the slap, thank you very much,
Make my own slap so that will be enough!
Stuff that cocky blabbing attitude,
I'm about to backhand smack that little b-town boy straight out of malibu,
Game up in how we do fresh like uh, hittin putta uh, chrome hydrolics wish away bump
Trash is trash, dump a piece of junk in the gardbage truck
[Chorus:]
Delusional, you're being delusional,
From the base to LA sing along!
From the games you played, number one
Laying like a vocal track,
But you don't make a sound,
It's only from a sillouette
That you want me around!
Oh, oh, oh
[Chorus x2]
Oh, oh, oh
Back It Up lyrics - Colette Carr
Back it up, drop it down, shake it, then make it go
Back it up, drop it down, shake it, then make it go
Back it up, drop it down, shake it, then make it go
Make it go, make make it go, make, make, make, make it go
Back it up, drop it down, shake it, then make it go
Back it up, drop it down, shake it, then make it go
Back it up, drop it down, shake it, then make it go
Make it go, make make it go, make, make, make, make it go
Hey it's me, call the cops
I'm the girl that make the whole show stop
But the party don't stop and Bacardi's on rocks
And the girls gon' talk when the boys go flock
Yeah, I got the bread for the seagulls
It's hot at the spot up top desert eagles
Taking flight I don't know where I'm landing
So swoop drop it low, hollow minds expanding
Back it up, drop it down, shake it, then make it go
Back it up, drop it down, shake it, then make it go
Back it up, drop it down, shake it, then make it go
Make it go, make make it go, make, make, make it go
Back it up you got something to deliver
So, so, so chill it'll make somebody shiver
So, so, so scary feel yo lips start to quiver
Glass rise close your eyes demise your liver
Black on black, top back you know you like that
Can't keep track riding on the fast track
Nah nah nah not even if you try
Too preoccupied counting clouds in the sky
Back it up, drop it down, shake it then make it go
Back it up, drop it down, shake it then make it go
Back it up, drop it down, shake it then make it go
Make it go, make make it go, make, make, make it go
Back it up, drop it down, shake it, then make it go
Back it up, drop it down, shake it, then make it go
Make it go, make make it go, make, make, make, make it go
Back it up, drop it down, shake it, then make it go
Back it up, drop it down, shake it, then make it go
Back it up, drop it down, shake it, then make it go
Make it go, make make it go, make, make, make, make it go
Hey it's me, call the cops
I'm the girl that make the whole show stop
But the party don't stop and Bacardi's on rocks
And the girls gon' talk when the boys go flock
Yeah, I got the bread for the seagulls
It's hot at the spot up top desert eagles
Taking flight I don't know where I'm landing
So swoop drop it low, hollow minds expanding
Back it up, drop it down, shake it, then make it go
Back it up, drop it down, shake it, then make it go
Back it up, drop it down, shake it, then make it go
Make it go, make make it go, make, make, make it go
Back it up you got something to deliver
So, so, so chill it'll make somebody shiver
So, so, so scary feel yo lips start to quiver
Glass rise close your eyes demise your liver
Black on black, top back you know you like that
Can't keep track riding on the fast track
Nah nah nah not even if you try
Too preoccupied counting clouds in the sky
Back it up, drop it down, shake it then make it go
Back it up, drop it down, shake it then make it go
Back it up, drop it down, shake it then make it go
Make it go, make make it go, make, make, make it go
Back It Up lyrics - Colette Carr
Back it up, drop it down, shake it, then make it go
Back it up, drop it down, shake it, then make it go
Back it up, drop it down, shake it, then make it go
Make it go, make make it go, make, make, make, make it go
Back it up, drop it down, shake it, then make it go
Back it up, drop it down, shake it, then make it go
Back it up, drop it down, shake it, then make it go
Make it go, make make it go, make, make, make, make it go
Hey it's me, call the cops
I'm the girl that make the whole show stop
But the party don't stop and Bacardi's on rocks
And the girls gon' talk when the boys go flock
Yeah, I got the bread for the seagulls
It's hot at the spot up top desert eagles
Taking flight I don't know where I'm landing
So swoop drop it low, hollow minds expanding
Back it up, drop it down, shake it, then make it go
Back it up, drop it down, shake it, then make it go
Back it up, drop it down, shake it, then make it go
Make it go, make make it go, make, make, make it go
Back it up you got something to deliver
So, so, so chill it'll make somebody shiver
So, so, so scary feel yo lips start to quiver
Glass rise close your eyes demise your liver
Black on black, top back you know you like that
Can't keep track riding on the fast track
Nah nah nah not even if you try
Too preoccupied counting clouds in the sky
Back it up, drop it down, shake it then make it go
Back it up, drop it down, shake it then make it go
Back it up, drop it down, shake it then make it go
Make it go, make make it go, make, make, make it go
Back it up, drop it down, shake it, then make it go
Back it up, drop it down, shake it, then make it go
Make it go, make make it go, make, make, make, make it go
Back it up, drop it down, shake it, then make it go
Back it up, drop it down, shake it, then make it go
Back it up, drop it down, shake it, then make it go
Make it go, make make it go, make, make, make, make it go
Hey it's me, call the cops
I'm the girl that make the whole show stop
But the party don't stop and Bacardi's on rocks
And the girls gon' talk when the boys go flock
Yeah, I got the bread for the seagulls
It's hot at the spot up top desert eagles
Taking flight I don't know where I'm landing
So swoop drop it low, hollow minds expanding
Back it up, drop it down, shake it, then make it go
Back it up, drop it down, shake it, then make it go
Back it up, drop it down, shake it, then make it go
Make it go, make make it go, make, make, make it go
Back it up you got something to deliver
So, so, so chill it'll make somebody shiver
So, so, so scary feel yo lips start to quiver
Glass rise close your eyes demise your liver
Black on black, top back you know you like that
Can't keep track riding on the fast track
Nah nah nah not even if you try
Too preoccupied counting clouds in the sky
Back it up, drop it down, shake it then make it go
Back it up, drop it down, shake it then make it go
Back it up, drop it down, shake it then make it go
Make it go, make make it go, make, make, make it go
Malibooty lyrics - Colette Carr (feat. Ya Boy)
[Ya Boy:]
Ain't nothing but a Malibu Party
[Colette Carr:]
27 miles, scenic beauty
Got a pocketful of hunks, gon' make some change
Got a pocketful of ones, gon' make it rain
Gotta rock it 'til we're dumb and make it bang
And bein' in the boot don't mean you're famous
Wipe these like a kid in the candy store
While she needs a sip to dance some more
Malibu rum, takin' you out and droppin' it down like your bank account
Summertime beach-town girls (yeah!)
Summertime beach-town girls
Summertime beach-town girls (yeah!)
Summertime beach-town girls
[Ya Boy:]
Yeah
Pacific Coast Highway, my way
Gettin' high on the beach, I might fly away
Got my Corona, my marijuana
My beach bunny in a Maula Bona
Open the lamp bowl [?], light girls shit there
Half-in, smashed off, woo! Rick Flare!
Malibu blowin' on it's homegrown
And I'm so gone; E.T., phone home
Summertime beach-town girls
Summertime beach-town girls (yeah!)
Summertime beach-town girls
Summertime beach-town girls
[Colette Carr:]
Ain't nothin' wrong with a lil cake on me
We got Malibu lookin' like a bakery
Now she's like the kid in the candy store
While he's tryin' to peek in her panty drawer
Not mad at you; cake is the answer
Malibu-shake, belly dancer
Girl's got junk, workin' that samba
Breezy day, PCH
Livin' life the easy way
Coastin, red-cup toastin'
Wigglin' toes in the sand by the ocean
Summertime beach-town girls (yeah!)
Summertime beach-town girls
Summertime beach-town girls
Summertime beach-town girls
Summertime beach-town girls
Summertime beach-town girls
Summertime beach-town...
Ain't nothing but a Malibu Party
[Colette Carr:]
27 miles, scenic beauty
Got a pocketful of hunks, gon' make some change
Got a pocketful of ones, gon' make it rain
Gotta rock it 'til we're dumb and make it bang
And bein' in the boot don't mean you're famous
Wipe these like a kid in the candy store
While she needs a sip to dance some more
Malibu rum, takin' you out and droppin' it down like your bank account
Summertime beach-town girls (yeah!)
Summertime beach-town girls
Summertime beach-town girls (yeah!)
Summertime beach-town girls
[Ya Boy:]
Yeah
Pacific Coast Highway, my way
Gettin' high on the beach, I might fly away
Got my Corona, my marijuana
My beach bunny in a Maula Bona
Open the lamp bowl [?], light girls shit there
Half-in, smashed off, woo! Rick Flare!
Malibu blowin' on it's homegrown
And I'm so gone; E.T., phone home
Summertime beach-town girls
Summertime beach-town girls (yeah!)
Summertime beach-town girls
Summertime beach-town girls
[Colette Carr:]
Ain't nothin' wrong with a lil cake on me
We got Malibu lookin' like a bakery
Now she's like the kid in the candy store
While he's tryin' to peek in her panty drawer
Not mad at you; cake is the answer
Malibu-shake, belly dancer
Girl's got junk, workin' that samba
Breezy day, PCH
Livin' life the easy way
Coastin, red-cup toastin'
Wigglin' toes in the sand by the ocean
Summertime beach-town girls (yeah!)
Summertime beach-town girls
Summertime beach-town girls
Summertime beach-town girls
Summertime beach-town girls
Summertime beach-town girls
Summertime beach-town...
Weird Science lyrics - Colette Carr
Your turning me on oh, oh, on, oh oh on turning me on
Found my perfect love feels like weird, weird science
Tried to shake it off, girl I swear I'm tryin
Feels like weird, weird science
His brain is so amazing
Insane I'm going crazy
Weird science, weird science, weird science
Like Frankenstein
He has my heart and my mind
Weird science, weird science, weird science
When your vibe goes pa, pa, pa, pa, pa I get so high note ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaa
Your turning me on oh, oh, on, oh oh on
Found my perfect love feels like weird, weird science
Tried to shake it off, girl I swear I'm tryin oh, oh, oh
Feels like weird, weird science
Satellites, glow sticks, UFOs
Can't get in this bitch without your space clothes
You know they call me the pooper scooper
You the shit
Who you with?
Frozen wrists son you know my flow is sick
More hits than you know exists bitch
But in love with the one from my computer
Let's met up let's do this
Are you really really really real and true to
Can't be true to the virtual world
I'm a virtuous girl
Your love potions gunna hurt this girl
But if you buy it then I'm a try it
Weird science
Found my perfect love feels like weird weird science
Tried to shake it off, girl I swear I'm tryin oh, oh, oh
Feels like weird weird science
Your turning me on oh, oh, on, oh oh on
Found my perfect love feels like weird weird science
Tried to shake it off, girl I swear I'm tryin oh, oh, oh
Feels like weird, weird science
Found my perfect love feels like weird, weird science
Tried to shake it off, girl I swear I'm tryin
Feels like weird, weird science
His brain is so amazing
Insane I'm going crazy
Weird science, weird science, weird science
Like Frankenstein
He has my heart and my mind
Weird science, weird science, weird science
When your vibe goes pa, pa, pa, pa, pa I get so high note ha, ha, ha, ha, haaaa
Your turning me on oh, oh, on, oh oh on
Found my perfect love feels like weird, weird science
Tried to shake it off, girl I swear I'm tryin oh, oh, oh
Feels like weird, weird science
Satellites, glow sticks, UFOs
Can't get in this bitch without your space clothes
You know they call me the pooper scooper
You the shit
Who you with?
Frozen wrists son you know my flow is sick
More hits than you know exists bitch
But in love with the one from my computer
Let's met up let's do this
Are you really really really real and true to
Can't be true to the virtual world
I'm a virtuous girl
Your love potions gunna hurt this girl
But if you buy it then I'm a try it
Weird science
Found my perfect love feels like weird weird science
Tried to shake it off, girl I swear I'm tryin oh, oh, oh
Feels like weird weird science
Your turning me on oh, oh, on, oh oh on
Found my perfect love feels like weird weird science
Tried to shake it off, girl I swear I'm tryin oh, oh, oh
Feels like weird, weird science
Fav. Word lyrics - Colette Carr (Favourite Word)
What's my favourite word?
Bitch!
Why you gotta say it like short?
Bitch!
What's my favourite word?
Bitch!
Why you gotta say it like me, bitch?
Cuss words, just let 'em roll
Mother-fucking shit, goddamn, asshole!
Co-Co whips up in this bitch
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, make me rich!
How many times can I say bitch?
Bitches in the front, bitches in the back
Bitches on the floor, bitches on my lap
I'll show you the difference 'tween a bitch and a lady
And if you hate me, bleep me, baby!
Orsocup, coo-ton, coo-ton!
A.K.A. International Bitch!
Yep! I go on and on,
Never knew I could say bitch this long
Biiiiiiiiiiiiitch!
What's my favourite word?
Bitch!
Why you gotta say it like short?
Bitch!
What's my favourite word?
Bitch!
Why you gotta say it like me, bitch?
B-I-T-C-H
Colette Carr, down the PCH
Screamin' "bitch!" all along the way
Bitch! Screamin' "bitch!" all along the way
What's my favourite word?
What's my favourite word?
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
What's my favourite word?
Bitch!
What's my favourite word?
Bitch!
What's my favourite word? (bitch, bitch, bitch)
What's my favourite word?
What's my favourite word?
What's my favourite word?
Bitch
Bitch, bitch, bitch
Bitch, bitch
Bitch bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch,
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch,
... bitch.
What, bitch?
Got me, bitch?
Fuck you, bitch.
What's my favourite word?
What's my favourite word?
What's my favourite word?
If ya don't know, now ya know!
What's my favourite word?
What's my favourite word?
Bitch!
What's my favourite word?
If ya don't know, now ya know!
What's my favourite word?
Bitch!
What's my favourite word?
What's my favourite w-o-o-o-o-o-ord?
Shout out to ninety-six and Sunny Side,
Bitch!
Stroymoy dot com
Bitch!
Bitch!
Why you gotta say it like short?
Bitch!
What's my favourite word?
Bitch!
Why you gotta say it like me, bitch?
Cuss words, just let 'em roll
Mother-fucking shit, goddamn, asshole!
Co-Co whips up in this bitch
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, make me rich!
How many times can I say bitch?
Bitches in the front, bitches in the back
Bitches on the floor, bitches on my lap
I'll show you the difference 'tween a bitch and a lady
And if you hate me, bleep me, baby!
Orsocup, coo-ton, coo-ton!
A.K.A. International Bitch!
Yep! I go on and on,
Never knew I could say bitch this long
Biiiiiiiiiiiiitch!
What's my favourite word?
Bitch!
Why you gotta say it like short?
Bitch!
What's my favourite word?
Bitch!
Why you gotta say it like me, bitch?
B-I-T-C-H
Colette Carr, down the PCH
Screamin' "bitch!" all along the way
Bitch! Screamin' "bitch!" all along the way
What's my favourite word?
What's my favourite word?
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
What's my favourite word?
Bitch!
What's my favourite word?
Bitch!
What's my favourite word? (bitch, bitch, bitch)
What's my favourite word?
What's my favourite word?
What's my favourite word?
Bitch
Bitch, bitch, bitch
Bitch, bitch
Bitch bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch,
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch,
... bitch.
What, bitch?
Got me, bitch?
Fuck you, bitch.
What's my favourite word?
What's my favourite word?
What's my favourite word?
If ya don't know, now ya know!
What's my favourite word?
What's my favourite word?
Bitch!
What's my favourite word?
If ya don't know, now ya know!
What's my favourite word?
Bitch!
What's my favourite word?
What's my favourite w-o-o-o-o-o-ord?
Shout out to ninety-six and Sunny Side,
Bitch!
Stroymoy dot com
Bitch!
Bitch Like Me lyrics - Colette Carr
I got places to go, people to see
Now you fucking with a bitch like me
Now you fucking with a bitch like me
Now you fucking with a bitch like
I got places to go, people to see
Now you fucking with a bitch like me
Now you fucking with a bitch like me
C-O-L-E-T-T-E
Driving around, nonstop, it's mild, naughty
One day, this stuff'll take a toll on my body
Lack of sleep, no time in the day to eat
Always riding in the passenger's seat
I got places to go, people to see
Now you fucking with a bitch like me
A-always busy, busy
Living life, and I'm dizzy, dizzy
Yeah, I make shit up,
But I'm not a liar
Spittin' fire, gnarled like barbed wire
Gettin' loud, like an amplifier
Amplifier, like an amplifier
'Cause it's party time and I got confetti
Words cut hard, like a machete
So you better get ready
Cause' I'm one confused white girl
(She thinks she's deadly)
I got places to go, people to see
Now you fucking with a bitch like me
Now you fucking with a bitch like me
Now you fucking with a bitch like
I got places to go, people to see
Now you fucking with a bitch like me
Now you fucking with a bitch like me
C-O-L-E-T-T-E
18 now, got the green now
Callin' me a bitch 'cause I'm mean now
18 now, it's nonstop,
Oh, come on, DJ, let the beat drop
Dropped on my head, definitely
Now the effects are effin' me
I make it rain, yes it rained
Low on energy, feelin' drained
I don't stop, it's just go, go, go
Life flies too fast to live it slow
It's a precious essence
Every day I'm thankful for the presence
Presents like gifts
Got people doin' spirals, spirits 'I'll lift
Taking risks, not too cautious
Enjoy the day until we feel nauseous
Hands in the air, get obnoxious!
This life is toxic, but it's all good
I make money 'cause I talk sick
Got them delirious
Fuckin' with this bitch and it gets serious
I got places to go, people to see
Now you fucking with a bitch like me
Now you fucking with a bitch like me
Now you fucking with a bitch like
I got places to go, people to see
Now you fucking with a bitch like me
Now you fucking with a bitch like me
C-O-L-E-T-T-E
18 now, got the green now
Callin' me a bitch 'cause I'm mean now
18 now, it's nonstop,
Oh, come on, DJ, let the beat drop
Now you fucking with a bitch like me
Now you fucking with a bitch like me
Now you fucking with a bitch like
I got places to go, people to see
Now you fucking with a bitch like me
Now you fucking with a bitch like me
C-O-L-E-T-T-E
Driving around, nonstop, it's mild, naughty
One day, this stuff'll take a toll on my body
Lack of sleep, no time in the day to eat
Always riding in the passenger's seat
I got places to go, people to see
Now you fucking with a bitch like me
A-always busy, busy
Living life, and I'm dizzy, dizzy
Yeah, I make shit up,
But I'm not a liar
Spittin' fire, gnarled like barbed wire
Gettin' loud, like an amplifier
Amplifier, like an amplifier
'Cause it's party time and I got confetti
Words cut hard, like a machete
So you better get ready
Cause' I'm one confused white girl
(She thinks she's deadly)
I got places to go, people to see
Now you fucking with a bitch like me
Now you fucking with a bitch like me
Now you fucking with a bitch like
I got places to go, people to see
Now you fucking with a bitch like me
Now you fucking with a bitch like me
C-O-L-E-T-T-E
18 now, got the green now
Callin' me a bitch 'cause I'm mean now
18 now, it's nonstop,
Oh, come on, DJ, let the beat drop
Dropped on my head, definitely
Now the effects are effin' me
I make it rain, yes it rained
Low on energy, feelin' drained
I don't stop, it's just go, go, go
Life flies too fast to live it slow
It's a precious essence
Every day I'm thankful for the presence
Presents like gifts
Got people doin' spirals, spirits 'I'll lift
Taking risks, not too cautious
Enjoy the day until we feel nauseous
Hands in the air, get obnoxious!
This life is toxic, but it's all good
I make money 'cause I talk sick
Got them delirious
Fuckin' with this bitch and it gets serious
I got places to go, people to see
Now you fucking with a bitch like me
Now you fucking with a bitch like me
Now you fucking with a bitch like
I got places to go, people to see
Now you fucking with a bitch like me
Now you fucking with a bitch like me
C-O-L-E-T-T-E
18 now, got the green now
Callin' me a bitch 'cause I'm mean now
18 now, it's nonstop,
Oh, come on, DJ, let the beat drop
Malibu Is Poppin lyrics - Colette Carr
Malibu is poppin'
Malibu is poppin'
Malibu is poppin'
Malibu is poppin'
Not a care
Got the smoke in the air
C-comfortably unaware
No melt down set first summer Popsicle
Tropical we got no obstacle
Head in the sky
Keep my feet on the ground
P town this round
I'm down to throw down
Down to go loud
He's down to go down
Bump Mac Dre
In the alpine system
So many guys I can't even list em
3, 4, 5, 6 what comes after 8?
Show up to a party fashionably late
Fashionably drunk
Fashionably trippin'
Forty in my hands a fashionably sippin'
Zoom
Mother fucker zoom zoom!
Coastin coastal to point doom
Malibu is poppin'
Malibu is poppin'
Red cups in hand
Malibu is poppin'
Malibu is poppin'
With that toast in the sand
Malibu is poppin'
What, what what
Malibu is poppin'
Red cups in hand
Malibu is poppin'
Malibu is poppin'
Malibu is poppin'
Now I'm cruisin' through the back streets
I ride shot gun, you can take the back seat
Three One Oh ocean everyday
It's a ever clear day
When the goose is gray
Feelin' loose today
Of the Tanqueray
Wave spray golden from the sun ray
Throwin' birds in the air yellin' "KISS MY ASS"
While I'm sippin' JD out the flask
Malibu is poppin'
Malibu is poppin'
Red cups in hand
Malibu is poppin'
Malibu is poppin'
With that toast in the sand
Malibu is poppin'
What, what what
Malibu is poppin'
Red cups in hand
Malibu is poppin'
Malibu is poppin'
Malibu is poppin'
Were Malibu girls
We drink Malibu rum
Were Malibu girls
We drink Malibu rum
Were Malibu girls
We drink Malibu rum
Malibu rum
Malibu rum
Were Malibu girls
We drink Malibu rum
Were Malibu girls
We drink Malibu rum
Were Malibu girls
We drink Malibu rum
Malibu, Malibu, Malibu, Malibu rum!
Malibu is poppin'
Malibu is poppin'
Red cups in hand
Malibu is poppin'
Malibu is poppin'
With that toast in the sand
Malibu is poppin'
What, what what
Malibu is poppin'
Red cups in hand
Malibu is poppin'
Malibu is poppin'
Malibu is poppin'
Malibu is poppin'
Malibu is poppin'
Malibu is poppin'
Not a care
Got the smoke in the air
C-comfortably unaware
No melt down set first summer Popsicle
Tropical we got no obstacle
Head in the sky
Keep my feet on the ground
P town this round
I'm down to throw down
Down to go loud
He's down to go down
Bump Mac Dre
In the alpine system
So many guys I can't even list em
3, 4, 5, 6 what comes after 8?
Show up to a party fashionably late
Fashionably drunk
Fashionably trippin'
Forty in my hands a fashionably sippin'
Zoom
Mother fucker zoom zoom!
Coastin coastal to point doom
Malibu is poppin'
Malibu is poppin'
Red cups in hand
Malibu is poppin'
Malibu is poppin'
With that toast in the sand
Malibu is poppin'
What, what what
Malibu is poppin'
Red cups in hand
Malibu is poppin'
Malibu is poppin'
Malibu is poppin'
Now I'm cruisin' through the back streets
I ride shot gun, you can take the back seat
Three One Oh ocean everyday
It's a ever clear day
When the goose is gray
Feelin' loose today
Of the Tanqueray
Wave spray golden from the sun ray
Throwin' birds in the air yellin' "KISS MY ASS"
While I'm sippin' JD out the flask
Malibu is poppin'
Malibu is poppin'
Red cups in hand
Malibu is poppin'
Malibu is poppin'
With that toast in the sand
Malibu is poppin'
What, what what
Malibu is poppin'
Red cups in hand
Malibu is poppin'
Malibu is poppin'
Malibu is poppin'
Were Malibu girls
We drink Malibu rum
Were Malibu girls
We drink Malibu rum
Were Malibu girls
We drink Malibu rum
Malibu rum
Malibu rum
Were Malibu girls
We drink Malibu rum
Were Malibu girls
We drink Malibu rum
Were Malibu girls
We drink Malibu rum
Malibu, Malibu, Malibu, Malibu rum!
Malibu is poppin'
Malibu is poppin'
Red cups in hand
Malibu is poppin'
Malibu is poppin'
With that toast in the sand
Malibu is poppin'
What, what what
Malibu is poppin'
Red cups in hand
Malibu is poppin'
Malibu is poppin'
Malibu is poppin'
Sharon Stoned lyrics - Colette Carr
[Chorus:]
Fatal Instincts
R-I-P-O-G-M-C
I got a pocket full of stones
That's why them call me Sharon Stoned
I got a pocket full of stones
That's why them call me Sharon stoned
I got a pocket full of stones
Colette-rika rika ring me along [x2]
WHAT?
Six in the morning, police at my door
Duct taped Chuck Taylors across the hard wood floor
And today would be the day that I didn't use a pad lock,
A man busted in, straight looking like Maddlock
Washed his bed, on my ass I was matched up
Before I knew it I was surrounded by mad cops
Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear, what do I do, what do I do?
(Motherfucker) nah, mother fuck you
I ran to the bathroom and try to flush down the evidence
Never really evident that my stones was having sex
But where I caught my rocks is irrelevant
And before the water could flush down the bowl,
Officer dink head put me in a choke-hold
Knocked out my tooth and broke my jaw on the sink
Malibu's most wanted, you're going to the clink
That's what he told me, it's a fatal instinct
[Chorus]
Now they're interrogating me like I am illiterate,
I ain't saying shit, bitch till I get a cigarette
Through the two way glass,
I know y'all are watching me
Coward ass police
This is a mockery
Got me bruised, battered and scarred
Held against my will for a trumped up charged
He says I'm moving contraband all across border
But his proof got ruined in the toilet water
He said he has computer files, pulled up my picture
And all of my lyrics are incriminating scriptures
Just then my spidey sense twitches
You never had a warrant so sianara bitches
This molocany has been going on too long
Dude I swear I didn't do wrong
And you can't prove that I did any harm
And I ain't crossed my legs with no panties on
[Chorus]
Fatal Instincts
R-I-P-O-G-M-C
I got a pocket full of stones
That's why them call me Sharon Stoned
I got a pocket full of stones
That's why them call me Sharon stoned
I got a pocket full of stones
Colette-rika rika ring me along [x2]
WHAT?
Six in the morning, police at my door
Duct taped Chuck Taylors across the hard wood floor
And today would be the day that I didn't use a pad lock,
A man busted in, straight looking like Maddlock
Washed his bed, on my ass I was matched up
Before I knew it I was surrounded by mad cops
Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear, what do I do, what do I do?
(Motherfucker) nah, mother fuck you
I ran to the bathroom and try to flush down the evidence
Never really evident that my stones was having sex
But where I caught my rocks is irrelevant
And before the water could flush down the bowl,
Officer dink head put me in a choke-hold
Knocked out my tooth and broke my jaw on the sink
Malibu's most wanted, you're going to the clink
That's what he told me, it's a fatal instinct
[Chorus]
Now they're interrogating me like I am illiterate,
I ain't saying shit, bitch till I get a cigarette
Through the two way glass,
I know y'all are watching me
Coward ass police
This is a mockery
Got me bruised, battered and scarred
Held against my will for a trumped up charged
He says I'm moving contraband all across border
But his proof got ruined in the toilet water
He said he has computer files, pulled up my picture
And all of my lyrics are incriminating scriptures
Just then my spidey sense twitches
You never had a warrant so sianara bitches
This molocany has been going on too long
Dude I swear I didn't do wrong
And you can't prove that I did any harm
And I ain't crossed my legs with no panties on
[Chorus]
Pump Ya Man lyrics - Colette Carr
It's incredible!
Pa-pa-pa- Pump it up!
I wanna pump ya boyfriend
Your boyfriend
Your boyfriend
Not tryin' to pump ya boyfriend
Your boyfriend
Your boyfriend
Oops! I pumped ya boyfriend
Your boyfriend
Your boyfriend
I pumped ya boyfriend
I pumped ya boyfriend
You know I
Thug em, Love em, Leave em
Cause I don't fuckin' need em!
Malibu bu
So cool Colette Carr don't un-freeze em
First up I'll take Zac Effron
Then I'm gone leave with Stephen
Heard Justin is all like cheatin'
I'm every sense of the word bitch
Fergie don't want none of me son
Mather fact how to slap
This is Matt Damon
That motherfucker is such a hottie
Channing Tatum love his body
Someone finish these please.
Leonardo let's get naughty
[?] When I see at my party
I've tried to ha-ha-holla
Mission Impossiballa
If tom is undercover
I take a Jonas Brother
Virgin pina colata
Miz-a-na-a and nada
I wanna pump ya boyfriend
Your boyfriend
Your boyfriend
Not tryin' to pump ya boyfriend
Your boyfriend
Your boyfriend
Oops! I pumped ya boyfriend
Your boyfriend
Your boyfriend
I pumped ya boyfriend
I pumped ya boyfriend
My fantasy will have to be
Taste Jake Jone on broccoli
With a spoon just ask Reece
Why am I so nasty?
Malibu get trashy
Chris brown couldn't bash me
Cause I'm down to take puff
From Kimberly and Cassie
David Beckham, Timberlake,
Taylor Loutner remember me?
Filth intimidate
But crazy chick you love the hate
Bank account resembles Jay's
Look at Beyonce!
Runaway Brides
Cause I'm stealing your fiancee!
I wanna pump ya boyfriend
Your boyfriend
Your boyfriend
Not tryin' to pump ya boyfriend
Your boyfriend
Your boyfriend
Oops! I pumped ya boyfriend
Your boyfriend
Your boyfriend
I pumped ya boyfriend
I pumped ya boyfriend
Uh-huh fuck ya man
Fuck fuck from a filthy trunk
P-P-Pump it boy
Cause I feel your toy
I wanna pump ya boyfriend
Your boyfriend
Your boyfriend
Not tryin' to pump ya boyfriend
Your boyfriend
Your boyfriend
Oops! I pumped ya boyfriend
Your boyfriend
Your boyfriend
I pumped ya boyfriend
I pumped ya boyfriend
Yeah, don't leave a man around me
True player for real
Jusk ask fif-fif-fifty
I'm talkin' bout liars, cheaters, tigers
But I'll take that would
Pa-pa-pa- Pump it up!
I wanna pump ya boyfriend
Your boyfriend
Your boyfriend
Not tryin' to pump ya boyfriend
Your boyfriend
Your boyfriend
Oops! I pumped ya boyfriend
Your boyfriend
Your boyfriend
I pumped ya boyfriend
I pumped ya boyfriend
You know I
Thug em, Love em, Leave em
Cause I don't fuckin' need em!
Malibu bu
So cool Colette Carr don't un-freeze em
First up I'll take Zac Effron
Then I'm gone leave with Stephen
Heard Justin is all like cheatin'
I'm every sense of the word bitch
Fergie don't want none of me son
Mather fact how to slap
This is Matt Damon
That motherfucker is such a hottie
Channing Tatum love his body
Someone finish these please.
Leonardo let's get naughty
[?] When I see at my party
I've tried to ha-ha-holla
Mission Impossiballa
If tom is undercover
I take a Jonas Brother
Virgin pina colata
Miz-a-na-a and nada
I wanna pump ya boyfriend
Your boyfriend
Your boyfriend
Not tryin' to pump ya boyfriend
Your boyfriend
Your boyfriend
Oops! I pumped ya boyfriend
Your boyfriend
Your boyfriend
I pumped ya boyfriend
I pumped ya boyfriend
My fantasy will have to be
Taste Jake Jone on broccoli
With a spoon just ask Reece
Why am I so nasty?
Malibu get trashy
Chris brown couldn't bash me
Cause I'm down to take puff
From Kimberly and Cassie
David Beckham, Timberlake,
Taylor Loutner remember me?
Filth intimidate
But crazy chick you love the hate
Bank account resembles Jay's
Look at Beyonce!
Runaway Brides
Cause I'm stealing your fiancee!
I wanna pump ya boyfriend
Your boyfriend
Your boyfriend
Not tryin' to pump ya boyfriend
Your boyfriend
Your boyfriend
Oops! I pumped ya boyfriend
Your boyfriend
Your boyfriend
I pumped ya boyfriend
I pumped ya boyfriend
Uh-huh fuck ya man
Fuck fuck from a filthy trunk
P-P-Pump it boy
Cause I feel your toy
I wanna pump ya boyfriend
Your boyfriend
Your boyfriend
Not tryin' to pump ya boyfriend
Your boyfriend
Your boyfriend
Oops! I pumped ya boyfriend
Your boyfriend
Your boyfriend
I pumped ya boyfriend
I pumped ya boyfriend
Yeah, don't leave a man around me
True player for real
Jusk ask fif-fif-fifty
I'm talkin' bout liars, cheaters, tigers
But I'll take that would
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