Wale Bedrock Freestyle
Lyrics By Robert Weber
She got that good good
She Michael Jackson bad
So hit me with them cuffs, Ron Artest, Stephen Jackson yea
And i dont have to ask
Shorty gon give it to me
And now we high
I got more green than grounds keeper willy
home girl now dont be silly
Lets come up to my city
they ask about me
my kick game be making fifa for envy
DCPG is wit me
see that belly that aint mine
if out of line
had a woman bust it taking that matter right
I be getting scratched
so i must ask now wheres the calamine
and pssy is the shit but that dont mean im feening paper yall
Damn im fry
And im gone
she alright
oh she gone
please sugar dont come alone
and dont you bring your camera phone
I believe in privacy
I beleive in honesty
That lieing on they jimmy
on they twitter right and i will see
Im modest, and humble
my polo got no logos
mr packy now im packing
your vagina shall be kodo
I can party and i know 9-0-2-1-0
So whore hard and go go
need a girl whos tryna ball
Cuz I dont know we bag a logo
You is lofing no B.S.ing
second guessing ever me
never agree with that message
they say nothings ever free
Shit cuz im an F-ing theft
Pop a pill
get some tree
Get a glass and put chris on, yea
just like mr. C, oh
No big baby
so give it baby
Im verra waggin
No isnt baby
Dont mean to be impatient
But you should be in pagents
I got more hoes that tiger
Word to saget
I got that ganja itch
loud addition purple patch
and bring some roll up
bring a movie
bring your friend
i got the magnums
bring some cheedos
bring some gum
and when you done ill call that cab
And if you pay for that yourself
I promise imma call you back
all you bad
and all you cute
and im in awe
from all you do
But if I went and convolute
do you think i would have called it to
now though
audible
think i need another play
let me call that hotel
she cant know where my mother stay
Now im straight
lets consummate
your girlfriend want to follow
she said kiss me on my lips if you wanna know how her vagina tastes
Ok, let me do it
guess i see its my turn
yall wife and white knight her
I try to one night her
heart break
I serve
to MCs that dont rhyme good
they think they bring that pain
well I am percaset and vicodine
you work the bitch
Im ballin
??????????????? something foreign
you get close but no cigar
like the footballers from new orleans
Im a manning
Im a mansions
or the Hamptons
we just went there
Put that lamp in
im in the middle of a bad bitch sandwich, yea
and they all lettuce
you all ketchup
and count all this feta cheese
this time we all relish
and yall dont know no beef
this smourgus board is portabella
All i bump is Rockefeller
Rock nation ????? and Fella
D.C., We propelling
You know I am not gon stop
I dont need no single
Like im only serving 20 rocks
No change
I wont Change
Fat drill
No bass
three tits?????
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go head
break a leg
do what you must do
But while ?????????????? Like mr. Fiji in Hiaku
yall aint fly
yall aint cool
Got shit dropped out, dont recoup
And I dont make no bed rock
I turn that mattress to a pool, Biotch
Ooh Baby,
I Be Stuck To You, hey
Like Glue Baby,like
Wanna Spend It All On You,i want it to feel like my song
Baby,hey
My Room Is The G Spot,
Call Me Mr. Flintstone,
I Can Make Your Bed Rock
I-I-I I Can Make Your Bed RockHey
I-I-I I Can Make Your Bed Rock Girlhey rock nation whats up
I-I-I I Can Make Your Bed Rockyoung money whats up, rock
nation whats up
I-I-I I Can Make Your Bed Rock lets go
Lyrics By Robert Weber