B3D ROCK Lyrics

We gon make the bed rock

Eat it up I'm fed bed

Baby hit dem knees

She just blew me out my damn socks

Keep going when I'm done

Baby girl don't let that head stop

Tryna make da bed rock

Wear it out no dead stock

She a mommiana

But she shake that ass on tik tok

I might gotta problem

Spend his Stash on a wrist watch

I can't even fuck the bitch

If she don't suck no dick na

Block the kiss that ain't this

I ain't tryna lip lock

Treat her like a dog Make her pull up

This her pit stop

I might lick on her

Put that dick on her

I'm living in that pussy

I'm just rentin he the da owner

Send her bout her way

She know I won't trip on her

Type to drop a bag on her

Then put her in Rick Owens

Show up on the scene

Dripped down kit glowin

I was busy workin

They was chillin and its showin

She Put the grip on it

Ain't no shit that you gone float in

Leg up grippin ass

Pullin on her sew in

Pull the camera out throw that ass

Put on a show then

Baby girl keep going

Wobble wobble to the flo then

Wobble wobble wobble

Drop that ass to the flo den

We gon make the bed rock

Eat it up I'm fed bed

Baby hit dem knees

She just blew me out my damn socks

Keep going when I'm done

Baby girl don't let that head stop

Tryna make da bed rock

Wear it out no dead stock

Young Fly Nigga

And I'm heartless like I'm Lucci

Slide down his block

Just wanna rock with this uzi

Know she wanna do me

This bitch wet as a jacuzzi

Bend it over for me

Let me dive in that coochie

Damn you gotta fatty

Let me see you smack it

Turn around smile

While you looking back it

Stand up cuff the bottom of it when you grab it

Gone head bounce it baby

Let me see you clap it

We gon make the bed rock

Eat it up I'm fed bed

Uhhhhhhh

We gone make the bed rock

Eat it up I'm fed na

Uhhhhhhh

I might lick on her

Put that dick on her

I might lick on her

Put that dick on her