Rasheeda – Bedrock Boss B**** Remix lyrics

Ft. Toya, Diamond, Lori Monroe & Kandi

Rasheeda:

Ha ha rasheeda baby
Ok Ima play around a lil bit alright
Like like ok ok look
I got that grape grape
Fruity pebble sweet
He running after me like a track meet
He call me sushi roll
Cuz I'm bout as fuck
Already supreme ain't gotta guess me up
My pillow top game so superior
So I leave the stone 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 nookie 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
S** education class, let's experiment
We make the bedrock
And holla many sounds
I keep him at attention, it never goes down

Kandi:
Oo baby, I'ma put it down on you baby
Wanna give it all to you baby
Can you buy my Gspot
Call me Mrs. Flinstone, I can make your bedrock
I can make your bedrock
I can make your bedrock boy
I can make your bedrock (x2)

Toya:
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
Cuz I say Baby and nigga* wanna cash s**** (cash money)
Small waist, pretty face and ma booty round
Now he in my zone
Like a touchdown, (boy stop)
I don't need another friend
I need a teammate
With a big appetite
Eat tha whole plate
Don't come around with that lying
I seen you before
And you know damn well I got my own T. V. Show (yeah baby)
Now that's some boss s***
I got my own everything
And I can put it down
Made him pull a hamstring

Kandi:
Oo baby, I'ma put it down on you baby
Wanna give it all to you baby
Can you buy my Gspot
Call me Mrs. Flinstone,
I can make your bedrock
I can make your bedrock
I can make your bedrock boy
I can make your bedrock (x2)

Diamond:
I can make your bedrock
Mrs. 32 top notch
My recess pieces, buttercup
Got 'em playin hopscotch
Ridding with tha top off
Posing like I'm jenny
He ups my penis
Cuz I'm on another planet
Goddammit she can't stand it
Cuz he spoil me like he center
I make him ho ho ho
While we cruzin in my Phantom
He catch a temper tantrum
When he miss my fruity pizzle
So I s** him on a schedule
Just to make him feel special
I'm spoiled and too royal
So he rub me down with oil
I came first he went last
Willy wonka no hands
This Baskin Robin and demands
Bedrockin where to plan

Lori:
Ok you super fly
I just gotta tame him
Sit him down make him tha s*** potty train him
I make him raise his hand
Call me Ms. Monroe
I'll bless him like a revereand
I guess I run show
I'ma front runner, his axle back rounda
All she do is throw sha like a mac counter
American Idol, I'm shinin now
They love to judge me Simon Cowell
Give him tha diamond smell
I don't tell him s***
I replace bitch**
I'm on my Ellen s***
It's like a melon split
When I let him cut
He pop my fire hydrant
Then I wet him up

Kandi:
Oo baby, I'ma put it down on you baby
Wanna give it all to you baby
Can you buy my Gspot
Call me Mrs. Flinstone, I can make your bedrock
I can make your bedrock
I can make your bedrock boy
I can make your bedrock (x2)

Kandi:
Come give me a Hershey kiss
Twist me up like licorise
Lick my candy apple while I nibble on your dip stick
Every now and later you can be my sugar daddy
I'll let you break me off like a kit kit katty
Ooohhh, ooohh
You can chew on my Big Red while you try my Lemonhead
Aahhh, don't stop
If I blow on your Blow Pop
I can make your bedrock
I can make your bedrock
I can make your bedrock boy
I can make your bedrock (x2)