Bed Rock (feat. Toya)

Yeah

ha ha rasheeda baby

Ok Ima play around a lil bit alright

Like like ok ok look

I got that great great

Fruity pebble sweet

He running after me like a track meet

He call me sushi roll

Cuz im raw as fuck

Already supreme aint gotta gas me up

My pillow talk game so superior

So I leave the store with every different color fur, burr

Gucci Mane said it best

he's like my infant

Keep his mouth on my breast

Im sheeda sheeda the milky diva

And it gets wetter than, Lake Geneva

And then we role play

I just won an Oscar

Genius brains like I graduated from Harvard

Full scholarship, here swallow this

Sex education class, lets experiment

We make the bedrock

He holla many sounds

I keep him at attention, it never goes down

Oo baby, Ima put it down on you baby

Wanna give it all to you baby

Can you find my Gspot

Call me Mrs. Flinstone, I can make your bedrock

I can make your bedrock

I can make your bedrock boy

I can make your bedrock (x2)

Independent now,

Used to have my hands tied

Now they after me

I got a custom stop sign

It must be something bout my accent

Cuz I say Baby

and niggas wanna pay a chick

Small waist, pretty face and ma booty round

Now he in my zone

Like a touchdown, (boy stop)

I dont need another friend

I need a teammate

With a big appetite

Eat tha whole plate

Dont come around here with that line

I seen you before

And you know damn well I got my own t.v. show (yeah baby)

Now thats some boss shit

I got my own everything

And I can put it down

Made him pull a hamstring

Oo baby, Ima put it down on you baby

Wanna give it all to you baby

Can you find my Gspot

Call me Mrs. Flinstone,

I can make your bedrock

I can make your bedrock

I can make your bedrock boy

I can make your bedrock (x2)

I can make your bedrock

Mrs. 32 topnotch

My recess pieces, buttercup

Got em playin hopscotch

Ridding with tha top off

Posing like Im jenny

He UPS my pussy

Cuz Im on another planet

Goddammit she cant stand it

Cuz he spoil me like he Santa

I make him ho ho ho

While we crusin in my Phantom

He catch a temper tantrum

When he miss my fruity pebble

So I sex him on a schedule

Just to make him feel special

Im too spoiled and too royal

So he rub me down with oil

(Yea Yea Yea Yea Yeaaa)

I came first he went last

Willy wonka no hands

This Baskin Robin in demand

Bedrockin where to plan

Ok hes super fly

I just gotta tame him

Sit him down make him tha shit potty train him

I make him raise his hand

Call me Ms. Monroe

ill bless him like a revereand

I guess I run show

Ima front runner, his ex a back rounda

All she do is throw sha like a MAC counter

American Idol, Im shinin now

They love to judge me, Simon Cowell

Give him tha diamond smell

I dont tell him shit

I replace bitches

Im on my Ellen shit

Its like a melon split

When I let him cut

He pop my fire hydrant

Then I wet him up

Oo baby, Ima put it down on you baby

Wanna give it all to you baby

Can you buy my Gspot

Call me Mrs. Flinstone, I can make your bedrock

I can make your bedrock

I can make your bedrock boy

I can make your bedrock (x2)

Come give me a Hershey kiss

Twist me up like licorice

Lick my candy apple while I nibble on your dip stick

Every now and later you can be my sugar daddy

ill let you break me off like a kit kit katty

Ooohhh, ooohh

You can chew on my Big Red while you try my Lemonhead

Aahhh, dont stop

If I blow on your Blow Pop

I can make your bedrock

I can make your bedrock

I can make your bedrock boy

I can make your bedrock (x2)