You Want Me ( Jason McCann Love Story )

We Meet Again

POV: Yicela 

I got to Taylor house and text her very quick to tell am here 2 minutes later she come out  her door walking to my car and got in I put my phone away and look at her " hey Tay whatta doing other then sitting in my car and about to talk to me and going to star bucks together to get a coffee and a blueberry muffins

 " I said smiling at her " well like you said that nothing at all other then going to school with my best friend in the world which she is sitting right by my side"

Taylor said smiling at me I started the car and left her house and we talk about the most random things and so I turn on the stereo in was one of my favorite song played so me and Taylor started singing and put the music on blast roll down the window and me and Taylor were singing the song Bedrock by Young Money

I can make your bedrock

I can make your bedrock, girl

I can make your bedrock

I can make your bedrock

She got that good, good, she Michael Jackson Bad

I'm attracted to her for 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 like a soccer team

Cold as a winter day, hot as a summer's eve

Young Money thieves, steal your love and leave

I like the way you walk and if you walking my way

I'm that Red Bull, now let's fly away

Let's buy a place with all kind of 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 nigga, grocery bag

Oh 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 bedrock

I can make your bedrock

I can make your bedrock, girl

I can make your bedrock

I can make your bedrock

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, me on my pedal bike

He on my low scrunch, he on my echo whites

He say, "Nikki, don't stop, you the bestest"

And I just be coming off the top as bestest

I love your sushi roll, hotter than wasabi

I race for your love, shake and bake Ricky Bobby