Rasheeda - Bed rock lyrics

Rasheeda: 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 f** 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 cla**, lets experiment We make the bedrock He holla many sounds I keep him at attention, it never goes down Kandi: 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) Toya: 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 n***as 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 sh** I got my own everything And I can put it down Made him pull a hamstring Kandi: 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) Diamond: I can make your bedrock Mrs. 32 topnotch My recess pieces, bu*tercup Got em playin hopscotch Ridding with tha top off Posing like Im jenny He UPS my p**y 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 s** 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 Lola Monroe: Ok hes super fly I just gotta tame him Sit him down make him tha sh** 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 sh** I replace b**hes Im on my Ellen sh** Its like a melon split When I let him cut He pop my fire hydrant Then I wet him up Kandi: 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) Kandi: 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)