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Bedrock by Young Moneyالقصائد الغناءيه -текстове на песни -texty -paroles -στίχοι -गीतletras -songteksten -тексты песен -versuri -tekst utworu -testi -the text of the song - - نص الاغنيةтекста на песента -tekst pjesme -text písně -teksten til sangen -teksti, laulu -le texte de la chanson -το κείμενο του τραγουδιού -पाठ के गीतEl texto de la canción -de tekst van het lied -der Text des Liedes -teksten til sangen -o texto da canção -Текст песни -textul de la piesa -Texten till låten -il testo della canzone

Bedrock by 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 (Kane is in the building, nigga)
I, I, I, I can make your bed rock
I, I, I, I can make your (bed rock)

She got that good good girl
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 shines
I hate to see her go, but I love to watch her leave
But I keep her running back and forth
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're walkin', 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, 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

[Chorus]
Oh (oh), 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, oh
I, I, I, I can make your bed rock, oh
I, I, I, I can make your bed rock, girl, oh
I, I, I, I can make your bed rock, oh
I, I, I, I can make your bed rock

Okay, 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
I'm so pretty like
Be on my pedal bike
Be on my low starch
Be on my egga whites
He say, Nicki, don't stop; you the bestest
And I just be comin' off da top as bestest

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; you need G-P-S to find her
Oh, that was your girl?
I thought I recognized her

[Chorus]

She like tanning
I like Shannon
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
Slower motion
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 supposed 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)

Uh
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
Look at how she walk
She know she bad
Do your thing, baby
I ain't even mad
And I ain't even fast
I'm-a stay a while
Hold ya head, Chris
I, I'm-a take her down

Oh 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, oh
I, I, I, I can make your bed rock girl, oh (Gudda Gudda)
I, I, I, I can make your bed rock, oh (T-Streetz, Mack Maine)
I, I, I, I can make your bed rock (Jae Millz)

(Tyga, Tyga)

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, oh (we Young Money)
I, I, I, I can make your bed rock, girl, oh
I, I, I, I can make your bed rock, oh
I, I, I, I can make your (bed rock)

Writer : MOSLEY, TIMOTHY / JOHNSON, DANIEL / POLITE, LLOYD / CARTER, DWAYNE / GRAHAM, AUBREY DRAKE / MILLS, JARVIS / LILLY, CARL / STEVENSON, MICHEAL / MARAJ, ONIKA TANYA / CAMERON, JASPER TREMAINE / GARRETT, STEPHEN
Copyright : Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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