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It's incredible!

All the little broads are Colette streets
Love to hear my shit go tweetle-leetle-leetle-lee
Momma's in the kitchen
My momma's in the kitchen
And my sister's on the corner sellin'
Fruit cocktails!

It's the one C-Colette carr
Ya'll know I'm hot as balls
Spandex pants the belong to lance
Fast couered and some thermal drawls

I'm skitzo lost my mind
Where's Waldo? Hard to find
A chick that's twisted
And spit this sick shit
HaHa Chew!
Berdfluda Swine

You want attention?
I ain't no Taylor Swift
You interrupt me
And Imma bust your shit
Malibu don't play that pa pa
Ain't no lady don't call me GaGa
Cuz when I go up
I go hard and all about the broads
That sucked that baby Cock-a

All the little broads are Colette streets
Love to hear my shit go tweetle-leetle-leetle-lee
Momma's in the kitchen
My momma's in the kitchen
And my sister's on the corner sellin'
Fruit cocktails!

Not always appropriate
My paretns cope with it
Like all this pres are gropin' kids
While your preteends
Are smokin' dibs
Imma do it big
Like Oprah's hips

I'm dope as shit
My teachers say I'l trouble
And I'm destiened to fail
Cuz i wanna be the first white girl
On the couer of double XL

Jerkin' next stell
Where's everybody
Getting drunk as hell?
Inhale exhale
Bitch sex sells!!

All the little broads are Colette streets
Love to hear my shit go tweetle-leetle-leetle-lee
Momma's in the kitchen
My momma's in the kitchen
And my sister's on the corner sellin'
Fruit cocktails!

Skitzo this gon' pop it off
Blowin' up like a mozfletoff
Mozfletoff, Mozfletoff
Of, Of, Of, Of

All the little broads are Colette streets
Love to hear my shit go tweetle-leetle-leetle-lee
Momma's in the kitchen
My momma's in the kitchen
And my sister's on the corner sellin'
Fruit cocktails!

When I say cock, you say tail!
Cock! Tail! Cock! Tail!
Cock! Cock! Cock! Cock!
Tail! Tail! Tail! Tail!

All the little broads are Colette streets
Love to hear my shit go tweetle-leetle-leetle-lee
Momma's in the kitchen
My momma's in the kitchen
And my sister's on the corner sellin'
Fruit cocktails!

It's Colette Carr!
I got fruit cocktails to sell!
These are the tails
That I tell so well!
This the kinda joint
That have you stumblin'
Out the club on TMZ
Talkin' to squirrels and shit!
Whaaaaaaaaaaaaat?
Yeah bitch cuz I'm crazy!
Heat it up on Perez Hilton the next day
I fell it! You feel it?
I don't give a fuck
If you feel it or not!
I'm feelin' this shit!
Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooh!
Check me out

All the little broads are Colette streets
Love to hear my shit go tweetle-leetle-leetle-lee
Momma's in the kitchen
My momma's in the kitchen
And my sister's on the corner sellin'
Fruit cocktails!

It's incredible bitches!!

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