Beyoncé - Drunk In Love (Jr Blender Reggae Remix) | Текст песни

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I've been drinkin', I've been drinkin',
I get filthy when that liquor get into me,
I've been thinkin', I've been thinkin',
Why can't I keep my fingers off it, baby?
I want you,
Why can't I keep my fingers off you, baby?
I want you.

Cigars on ice, cigars on ice,
Feelin' like an animal with these cameras all in my grill,
Flashin' lights, flashin' lights,
,You got me faded, faded, faded.
Baby, I want you,
Can't keep your eyes off my fatty,
Daddy, I want you,
Drunk in love, I want you.

We woke up in the kitchen sayin',
“How the hell did this shit happen?” Oh, baby!
Drunk in love, we be all night.
Last thing I remember is our
Beautiful bodies grindin' off in that club,
Drunk in love.

We be all night, love, love.
We be all night, love, love.
We be all night, and everything alright,

No complaints for my body, so fluorescent under
Boy, I'm drinkin', walkin' in my l'assemblage,
I'm rubbin' on it, rubbin',
If you scared, call that reverend.
Boy, I'm drinkin', get my brain right,
Armand de Brignac, gangster wife.
New sheets, he sweat it out like washed rags, he wet it up,
Boy, I'm drinkin', I'm singin' on the mic till my voice hoarse,

Then I fill the tub up halfway then ride it with my surfboard, surfboard, surfboard.
Grainin' on that wood, grainin', grainin' on that wood,
I'm swervin' on that, swervin', swervin' on that big body Benz,
Servin' all this, swerve, surfin' all of this good, good.

We woke up in the kitchen sayin',
“How the hell did this shit happen?” Oh, baby!
Drunk in love, we be all night.
Last thing I remember is our
Beautiful bodies grindin' off in that club,
Drunk in love.

We be all night, love, love.
We be all night, love, love.

Hold up!
That D'USSÉ is the shit, if I do say, so myself,
If I do say, so myself, if I do say, so myself.
Hold up!
Stumble all in the house, tryna backup all that mouth
That you had all in the car, talkin' ‘bout you the baddest bitch thus far.
Talkin' ‘bout you be reppin' that 3rd,
Wanna see all that shit that I heard.
Know I sling Clint Eastwood,
Hope you can handle this curve, uh!
Foreplay in a foyer, fucked up my Warhol,
Slid the panties right to the side,
Ain't got the time to take drawers off, on sight.
Catch a charge, I might,
Beat the box up like Mike,
In ‘97 I bite,
I'm Ike
Turner, turn up!
Baby, know, I don't play, now eat the cake, Annie Mae!

Said, “Eat the cake, Annie Mae!”
I'm nauseous,
For y'all to reach these heights
You gon' need G3, 4, 5, 6 flights.

Sleep tight.
We sex again in the morning,
Your breasteses is my breakfast,
We goin' in.

We be all night, love, love.

We be all night, love, love.

Never tired, never tired,

I been sippin', that's the only thing

That's keepin' me on fire, me on fire.

Didn't mean to spill that liquor all on my attire,

I've been drinkin', watermelon.

I want your body right here, daddy, I want you, right now,

Can't keep your eyes off my fatty,

Daddy, I want you.

We be all night, love, love.

We be all night, love, love.


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