Rasheeda - Bed rock lyrics

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 ain't 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

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 don't need another friend
I need a teammate with a big appetite
Eat tha whole plate
Don't come around here with that line
I seen you before
And you know damn well I got my own tv 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

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 can't 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 don't 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

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, don't 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