| Hell yeaa !!!
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| I can make your bedrock
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| I can make your bedrock, girl
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| I can make your bedrock
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| I can make your bedrock
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| She got that good, good, she Michael Jackson Bad
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| I’m attracted to her for her attractive ass
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| And now we murderers because we kill time
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| I knock her lights out and she still shine
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| I hate to see her go but I love to watch her leave
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| But I keep her running back and forth like a soccer team
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| Cold as a winter day, hot as a summer’s eve
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| Young Money thieves, steal your love and leave
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| I like the way you walk and if you walking my way
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| I’m that Red Bull, now let’s fly away
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| Let’s buy a place with all kind of space
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| I let you be the judge and I’m the case
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| I’m Gudda Gudda, I put her under
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| I see me with her, no Stevie Wonder
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| She don’t even wonder 'cause she know she bad
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| And I got her nigga, grocery bag
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| Oh baby, I be stuck to you like glue
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| Baby, wanna spend it all on you
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| Baby, my room is the G spot, call me Mr. Flintstone
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| I can make your bedrock
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| I can make your bedrock
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| I can make your bedrock, girl
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| I can make your bedrock
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| I can make your bedrock
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| Okay, I get it, let me think, I guess it’s my turn
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| Maybe it’s time to put this pussy on your sideburns
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| He say I’m bad, he probably right
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| He pressing me like button downs on a Friday night
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| I’m so pretty like, me on my pedal bike
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| He on my low scrunch, he on my echo whites
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| He say, «Nikki, don’t stop, you the bestest»
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| And I just be coming off the top as bestest
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| I love your sushi roll, hotter than wasabi
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| I race for your love, shake and bake Ricky Bobby
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| I’m at the W but I can’t meet you in the lobby
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| Girl, I gotta watch my back 'cause I’m not just anybody
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| I seen 'em stand in line just to get beside her
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| I let her see the Aston and let the rest surprise her
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| That’s when we disappear you need GPS to find her
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| Oh, that was your girl? |
| I thought I recognized her
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| Oh baby, I be stuck to you like glue
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| Baby, wanna spend it all on you
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| Baby, my room is the G spot, call me Mr. Flintstone
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| I can make your bedrock
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| I can make your bedrock
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| I can make your bedrock, girl
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| I can make your bedrock
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| I can make your bedrock
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| She like tanning, I like staying in
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| She like romancing, I like rolling with friends
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| She said I’m caged in, I think her conscious is
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| She watching that Oxygen, I’m watching ESPN
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| But when that show end, she all on my skin
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| Lotion, slow motion, roller coasting like back forth, hold it
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| She pose like it’s for posters and I poke like I’m supposed to
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| Take this photo if you for me, she said, «Don't you ever show this»
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| I’m too loyal and too focused
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| To be losing and be hopeless, when I spoke this, she rejoiced it
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| Said your words get me open, so I closed it
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| Where your clothes is, I’m only loving for the moment
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| Uh, she ain’t got a man but she’s not alone
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| Miss Independent, yeah, she got her own
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| Hey gorgeous, I mean flawless, well, that’s what you are
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| How I see it is how I call it, yeah
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| Look it how she walk, she know she bad
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| Do, do your thing, baby, I ain’t even mad
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| And I ain’t even fast, I’ma stay a while
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| Hold yo' head Chris, I’ma take her down
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| Oh baby, I be stuck to you like glue
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| Baby, wanna spend it all on you
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| Baby, my room is the G spot, call me Mr. Flintstone
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| I can make your bedrock
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| I can make your bedrock
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| I can make your bedrock, girl
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| I can make your bedrock
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| I can make your bedrock
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| Oh baby, I be stuck to you like glue
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| Baby, wanna spend it all on you
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| Baby, my room is the G spot, call me Mr. Flintstone
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| I can make your bedrock
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| I can make your bedrock
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| I can make your bedrock, girl
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| I can make your bedrock
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| I can make your bedrock
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| Fuckk itt!!! |