Young Money Feat. Lloyd – Bed Rock Lyrics

Young Money Feat. Lloyd – Bed Rock Lyrics


[Kane Beatz]
Kane is in the building, nigga

[Lil Wayne]
She got that good good, 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 shine
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

[Gudda Gudda]
I like the way you walking if you walking my way
I’m that Red Bull, now let’s fly away
Let’s buy a place, with all kind of space
I’ll let you be the judge, and-and-and I’m the case
I’m Gudda Gudda, I put her under
I see me with her – no Stevie Wonder
She don’t ever wonder, cause she know she bad
And I got her, nigga: grocery bag

Oh baby, I be stuck to you like glue, baby
Wanna spend it all on you, baby
My room is the G-spot
Call me Mr. Flintstone, I can make your bed rock
Oh, I can make your bed rock

[Nicki Minaj]
Okay, I get it, let me think, I guess it’s my turn
Maybe it’s time to put this pussy on your sideburns
He say I’m bad, he prob’ly 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 egg whites
He say, “Nicki don’t stop, you the bestest”
And I’d just be coming off the top, asbestos

I love your sushi roll, hotter then wasabi
I race for your love, “Shake’n 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 GPS to find her
Oh, that was your girl? I thought I recognized her


She like tanning, I like staying in
She like romance and I like rolling with friends
She said I’m caged in, I think her conscience is
She’s watching that Oxygen, I’m watching ESPN
But when that show ends, she all over my skin, lotion
Slow-mo motions, rollercoastin’
Like back, forth, hold it
She poses like it’s for posters, and I poke like I’m suppose to
Take this photo if you for me, she said: “Don’t you ever show this!”
I’m too loyal and too focused
To be losing and be hopeless
When I spoke this, she rejoiced it, said “Your words get me open”
So I closed it. Where your clothes is?
I’m only loving for the moment

[Jae Millz]
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, look at how she walk, m-hmm, she know she bad
Do your thang baby, I ain’t even mad
And I ain’t leavin’ fast, I’mma stay awhile
Hold Your Head, Chris, I-I’mma take it down!