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Correct Bed Squeak Lyrics
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{This a Young Platinum beat, nigga} [Intro:] Much Much [Chorus:] Make the bed squeak, make the bed squeak Make the bed squeak, make the bed squeak Make her feel good from her head to her feet Make the bed squeak, make the bed squeak Give it to you good, have you grippin' on the sheets The way she throw it back, I can tell she a freak Make the bed squeak, make the bed squeak Make the bed squeak, make the bed squeak [Too Much On The Beat:] Booty call hour, she's done choosing And I'm the last man left like Will Smith in that one movie Straight cuttin' when I get to your house I'ma swing my stick til candy come out Straight wham ya pinata, I'ma bedroom boxer Hip-hopper, and I'm good with my fingers like a rocker Hormones and vodka, plus she callin' me papa Make you sing til you lose your voice like Frank Sinatra Mayne, I should be in lockup how I murder that cat Like a verse and a hook, if I beat it's a rap Throw it back, throw it back, aint shy she throw it back Got a hand full of tracks, girl gone throw it back Like that, like that, girl don't be scared I'm tryna break this bed Beat it up then finish with some head With the white around ya lips like Mike Epps said [Chorus:] [Casper:] Ay, ay I could make yo bed squeak, I could make yo bed rock Said you like it rough, I put that pussy in a headlock I wanna make a sandwich so I reach into her bread box I murdered that pussy with a magnum, fuck a red dot Ask her like damn, why yo bed so squeaky And yo head so right, and yo pussy so leaky Then her mom came in like, I heard somebody creepin' Then I ducked and she said, naw mom that's the fuckin' tv Fuck naw that aint the tv man she know that that's the bed spring We can make a song baby, let me hear the bed sing Now hit that note, man I even make the bed scream You do that little leg thing, you know I do the damn thing Dammit, it's a earthquake, can't you feel the bed shake It must be my birthday, I swear you got the best cake Is it that good, baby look at how yo leg shake Imagine what her girls think, imagine what her friends say [Chorus:] [Too Much On The Beat:] Tell me what you want, tell me what you like Tell me what you need, I'll make a list tonight, aight, alright She's yours, but if I lay the pipe Just pick up the phone and call it a night Now she blowin' up my hip Said my s** game crack, came back for a fix Said she need that caine like a man with a limp So I knocked it out the park and sent her back to the bench I'ma trip, yeah a trip girl, gone pack ya bags I like to flip, I like to flip, and she's into acrobats Make it drip, make it drip, let me see that water splash Then I dip, then I dip, Ricky Bobby go fast Kickin' back gettin' head from a rat Young Platinum in the back with the camera attached And he gone use the bed springs to make a slappin' track And if he did that, then this would be the track [Chorus:]
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