Colette Carr Jealous Type

I’m back bitch yeah I got this

Going to play you like a middle street actress

I’m R Kelly when we’re sleeping on our new mattress

Pissing all over your industry wackness

The fact is it’s your brand new tactic

I ignore you cause that’s when you gotta have it

Posting pics with other guys now you’re mad as shit

How sad is this? You’re so damn abrait

Now you’re picking me up in your Benz

Want me to meet all your old friends

Telling me you’d do this to me all day

You’re just a player in this motherfucking game

Now you’re picking me up in your Benz

Want me to meet all your old friends

Telling me you’d do this to me all day

You’re just a player in this motherfucking game

First you acting like you hate me you don’t fuck with me

See me with another guy now you’re in love with me

Now I don’t like playing games but if that’s what you want

I’ll ignore you ‘til you need me cause I know that you’re

The jealous type

You are

The jealous type

I said you are the jealous type

Once upon time about a week ago

You told me that you weren’t really into me

You saw me with a couple of hot guys you know

Now all you can think about is getting into me

It’s so typical and predictable

Getting jealous makes you want to get physical

You’re just pitiful, I’m irresistable

I treat you bad now you’re all over my genitals

Now that I know that

Got a red dot right on your forehead

Anytime you show interest I’ll shoot you down

You’ll be crawling on your knees to get more of this

Now that I know that

Got a red dot right on your forehead

Anytime you show interest I’ll shoot you down

You’ll be crawling on your knees to get more of this

First you acting like you hate me you don’t fuck with me

See me with another guy now you’re in love with me

Now I don’t like playing games but if that’s what you want

I’ll ignore you ‘til you need me cause I know that you’re

The jealous type

You are

The jealous type

I said you are the jealous type

The jealous type

First you acting like you hate me you don’t fuck with me

See me with another guy now you’re in love with me

Now I don’t like playing games but if that’s what you want

I’ll ignore you ‘til you need me cause I know that you’re

The jealous type

You are

The jealous type

You know you are

Colette Carr Never Gonna Happen

Oooooooooooooooooo-whoooooo-oooooooo

Ooooooooooooooooooo-whooooo-oooooooo

You hang up, I call back, I think that it’s never gonna happen

I gave up, You call back, We’re on tracks and never gonna happen

Seems to always end up to be the same no matter who’s fault I take the blame, and you say it’s okay but it’s not okay when these hands shake like palm 08, cause no matter how much we attempt a change, it always tends up to end up this way, when you’re in the wrong and I say I’m sorry, then I stay out late and you never worry.

Headed straight back to the same zone sick of that song that I hate on your ring tone, hearing it play all the way through, cause you never pick up when I’m in this mood and, you knew, I knew, we’re doomed, but not through, no matter how hard we try to it’s never gonna happen is it?

You hang up, I call back, I think that it’s never gonna happen

I gave up, You call back, We’re on tracks and never gonna happen

Oooooooooooooooooo-whoooooo-oooooooo

It’s never gonna happen

Ooooooooooooooooooo-whooooo-oooooooo

It’s never gonna happen

Can’t stop at a dead end, unless you don’t wanna keep going, U-turn then you turn back then you walk past like you don’t know me, call back when you get lonely, that’s what we always do, you only pull me in when I try and get rid of you.

Headed straight back to the same zone sick of that song that I hate on your ring tone, hearing it play all the way through, cause you never pick up when I’m in this mood and, you knew, I knew, we’re doomed, but not through, no matter how hard we try to it’s never gonna happen is it?

You hang up, I call back, I think that it’s never gonna happen

I gave up, You call back, We’re on tracks and never gonna happen

You hang up, I call back, I think that it’s never gonna happen

I gave up, You call back, We’re on tracks and never gonna happen

Oooooooooooooooooo-whoooooo-oooooooo

It’s never gonna happen

Ooooooooooooooooooo-whooooo-oooooooo

It’s never gonna happen

Headed straight back to the same zone sick of that song that I hate on your ring tone, hearing it play all the way through, cause you never pick up when I’m in this mood and, you knew, I knew, we’re doomed, but not through, no matter how hard we try to it’s never gonna happen is it? is it? It’s never gonna happen is it?

Colette Carr Hearsay

Remember when we had never met

Not love not friends

Baby let’s go back to that

I say we just go back to that

Pretend for fun love was meant to last

Till we begun trust is what we lead upon

Kiss goodbye cause now it’s gone

Lying on a lie

It just goes on and on and on

Lying on a lie

It just goes on and on and on

Every little hearsay shesay twist

Gotta put a mouth on it

Just a little hearsay they say shit

Honestly I’m down with it

Your just the same

Heard it all before

I’m not too blame

Open up your eyes

Your lies have beat on

Keeping the trust that you thought I cheated

Gave you the preview

Now heres the feature

Peace, gonna leave it was nice to meet ya

Lying on a lie

It just goes on and on and on

Every little hearsay shesay twist

Gotta put a mouth on it

Just a little hearsay they say shit

Honestly I’m down with it

Every little hearsay shesay twist

Gotta put a mouth on it

Just a little hearsay they say shit

Honestly I’m down with it

Not mad at it

Can’t stand to sit

So I’m standing up to quit

Understanding it

Got the initials of the banana split

Go to much BS

I can handle it

He’s inadiquit

So had it

Hearsay she say false

Establish it

Should have liked you losing

Your the candidate

Honestly I’m standing down from it

Every little hearsay shesay twist

Gotta put a mouth on it

Just a little hearsay they say shit

Honestly I’m down with it

Every little hearsay shesay twist

Gotta put a mouth on it

Just a little hearsay they say shit

Honestly I’m down with it

Honestly I’m down with it

Gotta put a mouth on it

Every little hearsay they shit

Honestly I’m down with it

Colette Carr No I.D

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.

Colette Carr G6 Reflip

[Cherry Cherry Boom Boom, Colette Carr]

Sexy models in the sun (Colette Carr!),

Gettin’ sizzled (Cherry Cherry Boom Boom)

Malibu shawties stacked, dudes chiseled

Motor purring in my ride (got a) straight V6

Now I’m feelin’ so fly like a G6

Like a G6, like a G6

N-n-n-n-now I’m feeling so fly, like a G6

(Incredible!) Like a G6, like a G6

N-n-n-n-now I’m feeling so fly, like a G6

[Colette Carr]

All them other fools can’t handle me

Got us in the back; they slam the beat

Can the heat; lightning in a bottle

When we pop, we go full throttle

Don’t stop; that’s the motto

Drop-top bop like I won the lotto

Yeah, you got all the girls and models

Sober and shacked and slender and [?] swallowed

Actin’ like they drunk, smackin’ on their junk

Lackin’ all the spunk, actin’ like they drunk

(Actin like they drunk) I be feeling so fly like a G6

Like a G6

Like a G6!

[Cherry Cherry Boom Boom, Colette Carr]

Sexy models in the sun, gettin’ sizzled

Malibu shawties stacked, dudes chiseled

Motor purring in my ride, straight V6

Now I’m feeling so fly, like a G6

Like a G6, like a G6

N-n-n-n-now I’m feeling so fly, like a G6

Like a G6, like a G6

N-n-n-n-now I’m feeling so fly, like a G6

[Colette Carr]

‘Cause that’s how we do in Malibu

Valley dudes, I ain’t mad at you

I ally you when we dunkin’

Up in the club, feelin’, crunkin’

On top of the world with you little munchkins

I’m on the moon, you’re on your little luncheons

Jumpin’, interruptin’, sorry

What, did you say somethin’?

Don’t push me, ’cause I’m close to the edge

I’m tryin’ not to lose my head

With these gir-ir-ir-irls

Actin’ like they drunk, actin’ like they dru-u-unk

Well I don’t give a fuu-

[Cherry Cherry Boom Boom, Colette Carr]

Sexy models in the sun, gettin’ sizzled

Malibu shawties stacked, dudes chiseled

Motor purring in my ride, straight V6

Now I’m feeling so fly, like a G6

Like a G6, like a G6

N-n-n-n-now I’m feeling so fly, like a G6

Like a G6, like a G6

N-n-n-n-now I’m feeling so fly, like a G6

[Cherry Cherry Boom Boom]

Sexy 808 bump

[Colette Carr]

Make you put your hands up

Put your hands up

Put your, put your hands up

[Cherry Cherry Boom Boom]

Sexy 808 bump

[Colette Carr]

Make you put your hands up

Make you put your hands up

Put your, put your hands up

Yeah, yeah, make you put your hands up

Make you put your hands up

Put your, put your hands up

Yeah, yeah, make you put your hands up

Make you put your hands up

Put your, put your hands up

[Cherry Cherry Boom Boom, Colette Carr]

Sexy models in the sun, gettin’ sizzled

Malibu shawties stacked, dudes chiseled

Motor purring in my ride, straight V6

Now I’m feeling so fly, like a G6

Like a G6, like a G6

N-n-n-n-now I’m feeling so fly, like a G6

Like a G6, like a G6

N-n-n-n-now I’m feeling so fly, like a G6

Colette Carr Racking Up

Rackin Up

Rackin Up

Rackin Up

Rackin Up

Rackin Up

(To the mother fuckin celing)

Tear the fuckin’ roof off

Stacked to the fuckin ceiling

Filthy in this paper,

Bitches hardly breathing,

Suffocate the building

Bill em for the entry

Tell that val need to shut her mouth till the 40oz is empty

Why you gotta temp me always jockin on my ten piece?

Askin all these questions tell em Cherrytree don sent me

All the way turn it up Namaste don’t give a fuck

40s blaze in the trunk, walls shake bump bump

Beach side ocean front, you know how I’m feeling

Got that paper stacking up (to the mother fucking celing)

Speaks bounce, beast track,

O.E. dreeze mac,

What the fuck you lookin’ at?

Beep beep speed past

Lost inside these benny walls

I can’t find my other man

Bricks on bricks racks on cash

Breaking all these rubber bands

Hot damn bitches shake

Clap clap cali cake

Mackin on that money keep it comin see that skrillah take

All the way turn it up Namaste don’t give a fuck

14 blaze in the trunk, walls shake bump bump

Beach side ocean front, you know how I’m feeling

Got that paper stacking up to the mother fucking ceiling

Damn Hold up hold up what you tryna do to me

Damn Damn hold hold up what you tryna do to me

I say jump bitches go dumb,

I say jump bitches go dumb,

I say jump, bitches go dumb, go dumb get dump

I say jump, jump, jump, jump (hold up)

I say jump bitches get dumb

I say jump, jump, jump, jump (to the mother fucking ceiling)

Colette Carr 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

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

Colette Carr Rebound

If you only knew how much I love you

It’s a lot not a little bit

I love you more than the universe

And even more than the internet

When you’re sitting at home in your office chair

Spinning round and round

Wondering why these girls that you taking out

Always make you frown

Well I don’t have the answers

But I do know the truth

I guess that none of them get you

Quite as well as I do

You put yourself out there

You keep getting hurt

But I’ll always be there

To wipe off this dirt

Rebound your rebound

When another dumb bitch just doesn’t work out

I’ll be your rebound

Yeah, I’ll revive you when everything seems so unexciting

Rebound

Rebound

Rebound

Rebound

On a merry-go-round of the same mistakes

Cause you never learn

I’ve been waiting for you just to figure it out

Can’t you see it’s your turn?

Well I’m not a doctor

But I do all the cure

I’ll give you all of my love

So you can forget the burn

It might not be perfect

But we can pretend

That this is how our

Fairytale will begin

Rebound your rebound

When another dumb bitch just doesn’t work out

I’ll be your rebound

Yeah, I’ll revive you when everything seems so unexciting

Rebound

Rebound

Rebound

Rebound

If you only knew how much I love you

It’s a lot not a little bit

I love you more than the universe

And even more than the internet

If you only knew how much I need you

I want to call you my guy

I need you more than my iPhone

I need you more than my wifi

I’ll be your rebound your rebound

When another dumb bitch just doesn’t work out

I’ll be your rebound

Yeah, I’ll revive you when everything seems so unexciting

Rebound your rebound

When another dumb bitch just doesn’t work out

I’ll be your rebound

Yeah, I’ll revive you when everything seems so unexciting

Rebound

Rebound

Rebound

Rebound

Colette Carr Delusional

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

Colette Carr Malibooty

[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…