Wale - Bedrock Freestyle lyrics

She got that good good She Michael Jackson bad So hit me with them cups, Ron Artest Stepen Jackson, yea And I don't have to ask Shorty gon' give it to me And now we high I got more green than Grounds-keeper Willie Oh girl now don't be silly Lets come up to my city They ask about me My kick game be making Fifa envy D.C. PG is with me see that Bentley that ain't 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 p**y is the sh** but that don't mean I'm finna pamper ya'll Damn I'm fried And I'm gone She alright? Oh, she gone? Please sugar don't come alone And don't you bring your camera phone I believe in privacy I believe in honesty They lying on they jimmy On they twitter writing novels, see I'm modest, and humble My polo got no logos Mr. Pacquiao, I'm packing Your vagina shall be Cotto I can party in 90210 Solo or a go-go Need a girl whos tryin' to ball Cause I don't know Rebecca Lobo You is loafing. No B.S.ing Second guessing? Never me Never agree with that message They say nothings ever free sh** cause I'm an F-ing thief Pop a pill Get some trees Get a gla** and put Chris on, yea Just like Mr. Cee No big baby So give it baby I'm Vera Wang-in No isn't baby Don't mean to be impatient But you should be in pageants I got more hoes than 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 cheetos Bring some gum And when you done I'll call that cab And if you pay for that yourself I promise I'mma call you back All you bad And all you cute And I'm in awe From all you do But if I went and convolute Do you think I would have called it to No boo Audible Think I need another play Let me call that hotel She can't know where my mother stay Now I'm 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 it's my turn Ya'll wife and white knight her I pipe in and one night her Heart break I serve To MCs that don't rhyme good They think they bring that pain Well I am percaset and vicodine You work the b**h I'm ballin Florence something foreign You get close but no cigar Like the footballers from new orleans I'm a manning I'm a mansions Or the Hamptons We just went there Put that lamp in I'm in the middle of a bad b**h sandwich, yea And they all lettuce You all ketchup We countin all this feta (cheese) This time we all relish And ya'll don't know no beef This smourgus board is portabella All I bump is Rockefeller Rock nation D.C., We propelling You know I am not gon stop I don't need no single Like I'm only serving 20 rocks No change I won't Change Fat Trel No ba** Three six eight Whats up to boarders is we not playin Go head Break a leg Do what you must do But Ym and us is close like mr. Fiji in Hiku Ya'll ain't fly Ya'll ain't cool Got sh** dropped out, don't recoup And I don't make no bed rock I turn that mattress to a pool, Biotch