Rasheeda

Rasheeda - Bedrock Remix lyrics

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<i>[Rasheeda:]</i>

Yeah

Rasheeda... Baby

I'm a play around a little bit... like

Alright

Like <i>[x3]</i>

Okay okay

Look

I got that great, great

Fruity pebbles sweet

He running after me like a track meet

C'mon

He call me sushi roll, cause I'm raw as fuck

All ready 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

I'm SHEEDA SHEEDA, the Nicki 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

Let's Experiment

We make the bedrock

And holler many sounds

I keep him at attention it never goes down

<i>[Chorus: Kandi]</i>

Ooohhh baby, I'm a put it down on you baby

Wanna give it all to you baby

Can you find my G-Spot, call me Mrs. Flintstone I can make your bedrock

Ooohhh

I can make your bedrock

Ohhhhhh

I can make your bedrock boy

Ohhhhh

I can make your bedrock

Ooohhh

I can make your bedrock

<i>[Toya Carter:]</i>

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

Cause I say BABAY and niggas wanna pay a chick

Small waist, pretty face, and my booty round

Now he in my zone like a touch down

I don't need another friend, I need a team mate

With a big appetite eat the whole plate

Don't come around with that lyin I seen you before

You know damn well I got my own TV show (Yeah Baby)

Now that's some boss shit, I got my own everything

And I could put it down

Made him pull a hamstring

<i>[Chorus]</i>

<i>[Diamond:]</i>

MRS 32

I'm Going In

Yeah

I can make your bedrock

It's 32 top notch

My Reese's pieces, buttercup got em playing hopscotch

Riding with the top off, I'm posing like I'm Janet

He UPS my pussy cause I'm on another planet

Got dammit she can't stand it

Cause he spoil me like he Santa

I make him ho... Ho... ho while we cruising in my phantom

He catching temper tantrums when he miss my fruit pebbles

So I sex him on the schedule just to make him feel special

I'm too spoiled and too royal (too royal)

So he spa's today and rub me down with oil

I came first he went last

It's Willie Wonka no hands

Baskin robin in demand

Still rocking no weeding ring

<i>[Lola Luv:]</i>

Okay he super fly

I just gotta tame em

Sit em down make him the shit, potty train em

I make him raise his hand, call me Ms. Monroe

I bless him like a reverend... I guess I run the show

I'm a front runner his ex a back rounder

All she do is throw shade like the MAC counter

American idol I'm shining now

They love to judge me

Sign me pound

Give em the diamond smell

I don't tell em shit

I replace bitches I'm on my Allen shit

It's like a melon split when I let em cut

He pop my fire hydrant then I wet him up

<i>[Chorus]</i>

<i>[Kandi:]</i>

Come give me a Hersey kiss

Twist me up like licorice

Wipe my candle apple while I

Nibble on your dip stick

Every now and later you can be my sugar daddy

I let you break me off like a kit-kit-katty

Ooooooooooooo

You can chew on my big red while you try my lemon head

Don't stop

If I blow on your blow pop I can make your bedrock

<i>[Chorus]</i>

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