(feat. Toya Carter, Diamond, LoLa Monroe & Kandi)
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[Rasheeda:]
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Yeah
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Rasheeda... Baby
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I'm a play around a little bit... like
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Alright
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Like [x3]
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Okay okay
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Look
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I got that great, great
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Fruity pebbles sweet
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He running after me like a track meet
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C'mon
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He call me sushi roll, cause I'm raw as fuck
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All ready supreme ain't gotta gas me up
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My pillow talk game so superior
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So I leave the store with every different color fur
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BURR! Gucci Mane said it best
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He's like my infant, keep his mouth on my breast
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I'm SHEEDA SHEEDA, the Nicki Diva
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And it gets wetter than, Lake Geneva
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And then we role play
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I just won an Oscar
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Genius brains like I graduated from Harvard
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Full scholarship... here swallow this
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Sex education class
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Let's Experiment
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We make the bedrock
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And holler many sounds
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I keep him at attention it never goes down
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[Chorus: Kandi]
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Ooohhh baby, I'm a put it down on you baby
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Wanna give it all to you baby
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Can you find my G-Spot, call me Mrs. Flintstone I can make your bedrock
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Ooohhh
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I can make your bedrock
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Ohhhhhh
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I can make your bedrock boy
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Ohhhhh
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I can make your bedrock
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Ooohhh
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I can make your bedrock
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[Toya Carter:]
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Independent now, used to have my hands tied
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Now they after me I got a custom stop sign
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It must be something bout my accent
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Cause I say BABAY and niggas wanna pay a chick
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Small waist, pretty face, and my booty round
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Now he in my zone like a touch down
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I don't need another friend, I need a team mate
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With a big appetite eat the whole plate
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Don't come around with that lyin I seen you before
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You know damn well I got my own TV show (Yeah Baby)
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Now that's some boss shit, I got my own everything
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And I could put it down
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Made him pull a hamstring
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[Chorus]
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[Diamond:]
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MRS 32
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I'm Going In
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Yeah
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I can make your bedrock
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It's 32 top notch
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My Reese's pieces, buttercup got em playing hopscotch
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Riding with the top off, I'm posing like I'm Janet
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He UPS my pussy cause I'm on another planet
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Got dammit she can't stand it
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Cause he spoil me like he Santa
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I make him ho... Ho... ho while we cruising in my phantom
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He catching temper tantrums when he miss my fruit pebbles
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So I sex him on the schedule just to make him feel special
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I'm too spoiled and too royal (too royal)
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So he spa's today and rub me down with oil
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I came first he went last
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It's Willie Wonka no hands
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Baskin robin in demand
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Still rocking no weeding ring
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[Lola Luv:]
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Okay he super fly
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I just gotta tame em
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Sit em down make him the shit, potty train em
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I make him raise his hand, call me Ms. Monroe
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I bless him like a reverend... I guess I run the show
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I'm a front runner his ex a back rounder
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All she do is throw shade like the MAC counter
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American idol I'm shining now
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They love to judge me
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Sign me pound
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Give em the diamond smell
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I don't tell em shit
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I replace bitches I'm on my Allen shit
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It's like a melon split when I let em cut
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He pop my fire hydrant then I wet him up
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[Chorus]
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[Kandi:]
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Come give me a Hersey kiss
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Twist me up like licorice
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Wipe my candle apple while I
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Nibble on your dip stick
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Every now and later you can be my sugar daddy
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I let you break me off like a kit-kit-katty
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Ooooooooooooo
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You can chew on my big red while you try my lemon head
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Don't stop
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If I blow on your blow pop I can make your bedrock
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[Chorus]
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Bedrock Remix
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Rasheeda |