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Bed Rock Songtext
von Young Money

Bed Rock Songtext

I can make your bed rock
I can make your bed rock, girl
I can make your bed rock
I can make your bed rock
She got that good good, she Michael Jackson bad
I′m attracted to her, but her attractive ass
But now were murderers, cause we kill time
I knock her lights out, but 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 summers eve
Young Money thieves steal your heart with ease
I like the way you walkin′ if you walkin' my way
I'm that red bull, now let′s fly away
Let′s find a place, with all kinds of space
I'll let you be the judge and I′m the case
I'm Gudda Gudda, I putta other
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


Okay, ooh, baby
I be stuck to you like glue, baby
Wanna spend it all on you, baby
My room is the g-spot
Call me Mr. Flinstone
I can make your bed rock
(Hey, hey, hey)
I can make your bed rock
(Hey, hey, hey)
I can make your bed rock, girl
(Hey, hey, hey)
I can make your bed rock
(Hey, hey, hey)
I can make your bedrock
Okay I get it let me think, I guess it's my turn
Maybe it′s time to put this pussy on your sideburns
He say I'm bad, he probably right
He pushing me like buttons down's on a friday night
I′m so pretty like, we on my pedal bike
Be on my low scrunch, be on my echo whites
He say Nicki "Don′t stop you the bestest"
And I just be coming off the top as bestest
I love your sushi rolls, hotter than wasabi
I race for your love shake-n-bake ricky bobby
I'm at the W but I can meet you in the lobby
Girl I gotta watch my back, cause I′m not just anybody
I see them standing in line, just to get beside her
I let her see that aston and let the rest surprise her
Thats when we disappear you need GPS to find her
Oh that was your girl? I thought I recognized her
Okay, ooh, baby
I be stuck to you like glue baby
Wanna spend it all on you baby
My room is the g-spot
Call me Mr. Flinstone
I can make your bed rock
(Hey, hey, hey)
I can make your bed rock
(Hey, hey, hey)
I can make your bed rock girl
(Hey, hey, hey)
I can make your bed rock
(Hey, hey, hey)
I can make your bedrock
She like tannin', I like stayin′ in
She like romancin', I like rollin′ with friends
She said I'm caged in, I think her conscience is
She's watchin′ that oxygen, I′m watching ESPN
But when that show ends, she all my skin lotions
Double emotions roller coasting like back forth, hold it
She pause like it's for posters
And I poke like I′m suppose to
Take this photo if you're for me
She said don′t you ever show this
I'm too loyal, and too focused
To be losing and be hopeless
When I spoke this, she rejoiced it
She said your words give me open, so I closed it
Where your clothes is, I′m only loving for the moment
She ain't got a man, but she's not alone
Miss Independent, here she got her own
Hey gorgeous, hum, I mean flawless well
That′s what your are how I see it, this how I call it
Yeah look at how she walk
Mmm she know she bad
Do your thing baby, I ain′t even mad
And I ain't leaving fast, I′m a stay a while
Hold your head Chris, I'm a take her down
Okay, ooh, baby
I be stuck to you like glue, baby
Wanna spend it all on you, baby
My room is the g-spot
Call me Mr. Flinstone
I can make your bed rock
(Hey, hey, hey)
I can make your bed rock
(Hey, hey, hey)
I can make your bed rock girl
(Hey, hey, hey)
I can make your bed rock
(Hey, hey, hey)
I can make your bedrock

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