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BedRock (Original Mix)
Lloyd, Young Money
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I-I-I I can make your bed rock (Young Money)
I-I-I I can make your bed rock, girl
I-I-I I can make your bed rock
I-I-I I can make your (bed rock)
She got that good-good
She Michael Jackson bad
I'm attracted to her, with her attractive ass
And now we murderers, because we kill time
I knock her lights out, and she still shine
I hate to see her go, but I love to watch her leave
But I keep her running back and forth
Like a soccer team
Cold as a winter's day
Hot as a summer's eve
Young Money thieves
Steal your love and leave
I like the way you walk, and if you walkin' my way
I'm that Red Bull, now let's fly away
Let's buy a place, with all kind of space
I let you be the judge, an'-an'-and I'm the case
I'm Gudda Gudda
I put her under
I see me with her, no Stevie Wonder
She don't even wonder, 'cause she know she bad
And I got her, nigga
Grocery bag
Ooh (ooh) baby
I be stuck to you
Like glue (glue) baby
Wanna spend it all on you (you)
Baby, my room is the G-spot
Call me Mr. Flintstone
I can make your bed rock, ooh
I-I-I I can make your bed rock, ooh
I-I-I I can make your bed rock girl, ooh
I-I-I I can make your bed rock, ooh
I-I-I I can make your bed rock
OK, I get it
Let me think, I guess it's my turn
Maybe it's time to put this pussy on ya sideburns
He say I'm bad, he probably right
He pressing me like button-downs on a Friday night (ha-ha)
I'm so pretty like
Be on my pedal bike
Be on my low starch
Be on my Ecko whites
He say, "Nicki don't stop, you the bestest"
And I just be coming off the top, asbestos
I love ya sushi roll, hotter than wasabi
I race for your love
Shake and bake, Ricky Bobby
I'm at the W, but I can't meet you in the lobby
Girl I gotta watch my back, 'cause I'm not just anybody
I seen 'em stand in line, just to get beside her
I let her see the Aston, and let the rest surprise her
That's when we disappear, and you need GPS to find her
Oh, that was your girl?
I thought I recognized her
Ooh (ooh) baby (baby)
I be stuck to you
Like glue (glue) baby
Wanna spend it all on you (you)
Baby, my room is the G-spot
Call me Mr. Flintstone
I can make your bed rock, ooh
I-I-I I can make your bed rock, ooh
I-I-I I can make your bed rock girl, ooh
I-I-I I can make your bed rock, ooh
I-I-I I can make your (bed rock)
She like tanning
I like staying in
She like romancing
I like rolling with friends
She said I'm caged in
I think her conscience is
She watching that Oxygen
I'm watching ESPN
But when that show end
She all on my skin, lotion
Slow motions, while we roller coastin'
Like back, forth, hold it (hold it, hold it, hold it, hold it)
She pose like it's for posters
And I poke like I'm suppose to
Take this photo if you for me
She said, "Don't you ever show this"
I'm too loyal (loyal, loyal)
And too focused (focused, focused)
To be losing (losin', losin')
And be hopeless (hopeless, hopeless)
When I spoke this, she rejoiced it
Said, "Your word get me open"
So I closed it
Where your clothes is
I'm only lovin' for the moment (for the moment, for the moment)
She ain't got a man
But she's not alone
Miss Independent
Yeah, she got her own
Hey, gorgeous
Um, I mean flawless
Well, that's what you are, how I see it is how I call it, yeah
L-look at how she walk
Mhm, she know she bad
D-do your thing, baby
I ain't even mad
And I ain't leavin' fast
I'm a stay a while
Hold ya head Chris
I-I'm a take her down
Ooh baby
I be stuck to you
Like glue (glue) baby
Wanna spend it all on you (you)
Baby, my room is the G-spot
Call me Mr. Flintstone
I can make your bed rock, girl (Young Money, yeah)
I-I-I I can make your bed rock, ooh
I-I-I I can make your bed rock girl, ooh (Gudda Gudda)
I-I-I I can make your bed rock, ooh (T-Streetz, Mack Maine)
I-I-I I can make your bed rock (Jae Millz)
Oh baby, (Drizzy Drake)
I be stuck to you, (Nicki Minaj)
Like glue (glue) baby, (hey, Shanell)
Wanna spend it all on you (you), (Lil Twist)
Baby (Lil Chuckey), my room is the G-spot, (and Young Lloyd)
Call me Mr. Flintstone
I can make your bed rock girl (hey)
I-I-I I can make your bed rock, ooh (we Young Money)
I-I-I I can make your bed rock girl, ooh
I-I-I I can make your bed rock, ooh
I-I-I I can make your (bed rock)
Hey!
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