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Young Money - BedRock feat. Lloyd (LYRICS)
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Wayne
Lil Wayne
Vocals
Nicki Minaj
Nicki Minaj
Vocals
Drake
Drake
Vocals
Tyga
Tyga
Vocals
Jae Millz
Jae Millz
Vocals
Lloyd
Lloyd
Vocals
Gudda Gudda
Gudda Gudda
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Carl Lilly
Carl Lilly
Songwriter
Jarvis Mills
Jarvis Mills
Songwriter
Timothy Mosley
Timothy Mosley
Songwriter
Aubrey Drake Graham
Aubrey Drake Graham
Songwriter
Daniel Johnston
Daniel Johnston
Songwriter
Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.
Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.
Songwriter
Michael Stevenson
Michael Stevenson
Songwriter
Stephen Garrett
Stephen Garrett
Songwriter
Onika Maraj
Onika Maraj
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kane Beatz
Kane Beatz
Producer
Finis "KY" White
Finis "KY" White
Recording Engineer
Fabian Marasciullo
Fabian Marasciullo
Mixing Engineer
Elizabeth Gallardo
Elizabeth Gallardo
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Edward "JewFro" Lidow
Edward "JewFro" Lidow
Assistant Recording Engineer
Mark Santangelo
Mark Santangelo
Assistant Mastering Engineer
Vlado Meller
Vlado Meller
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]
I can make your bed rock
I can make your bed rock, girl
I can make your bed rock
I can make your bed rock
[Verse 1]
Uh, 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
[Verse 2]
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 kinda space
I let you be the judge, and I'm the case
I'm Gudda Gudda, I put her under
I see me with her, no Stevie Wonder
She don't even wonder 'cause she know she bad
And I got her, ****, grocery bag
[Chorus]
Ooh, 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
I can make your bed rock
I can make your bed rock, girl
I can make your bed rock
I can make your bed rock
[Verse 3]
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 probably 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 just be coming off the top, asbestos
[Verse 4]
I love your sushi roll, hotter than 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 and you need GPS to find her
Oh, that was your girl? I thought I recognized her
[Chorus]
Ooh, 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
I can make your bed rock
I can make your bed rock, girl
I can make your bed rock
I can make your bed rock
[Verse 5]
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 watching that Oxygen, I'm watching ESPN
But when that show ends, she all on my skin, lotion
Slower motions, roller-coasting, like back, forth, hold it
She pose like it's for posters, and I poke like I'm supposed 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 you clothes is? I'm only loving for the moment
[Verse 6]
Uh, 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 at how she walk, mm-hmm, she know she bad
Do your thing, baby, I ain't even mad
And I ain't leaving fast, I'ma stay awhile
Hold your head, Chris, I'ma take her down
[Chorus]
Ooh, 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
I can make your bed rock
I can make your bed rock, girl
I can make your bed rock
I can make your bed rock
[Chorus]
Ooh, 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
I can make your bed rock
I can make your bed rock, girl
I can make your bed rock
I can make your bed rock
Written by: Aubrey Drake Graham, Carl Lilly, D. Carter, D. Johnson, Daniel Andrew Johnson, Jarvis Mills, Jasper Cameron, Lloyd Polite, Michael Ray Stevenson, Nicki Minaj, Stephen Garrett, Timothy Mosley
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