Beyonce - Formation | Текст песни

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[Intro: Male voice]
What happened after New Orleans?
Bitch, I'm back by popular demand

[Refrain: Beyonce]
Y'all haters corny with that illuminati mess
Paparazzi, catch my fly, and my cocky fresh
I'm so reckless when I rock my Givenchy dress (stylin’)
I’m so possessive so I rock his Roc necklaces
My daddy Alabama, Momma Louisiana
You mix that negro with that Creole make a Texas banner
I like my baby hair, with baby hair and afros
I like my negro nose with Jackson Five maestros
Earned all his money but they never take the country
I got hot sauce in my bag, swag

[Interlude: Male voice]
Oh yeah baby, ohhhhh, oh yes I like that
I did not come to play with you country hoes
I came to slay bitch
I like cornbreads and collard greeens bitch
Oh yes, you besta believe it

[Refrain: Beyonce]
Y'all haters corny with that illuminati mess
Paparazzi, catch my fly, and my cocky fresh
I'm so reckless when I rock my Givenchy dress (stylin’)
I’m so possessive so I rock his Roc necklaces
My daddy Alabama, Momma Louisiana
You mix that negro with that Creole make a Texas banner
I like my baby hair, with baby hair and afros
I like my negro nose with Jackson Five maestros
Earned all his money but they never take the country
I got hot sauce in my bag, swag

[Chorus: Beyonce]
I see it I want it
I stunt yeah little hornet
I dream it, I work hard
I grind ‘til I own it
I twirl all my haters
I ride on Alligators
El Camino with the ceiling low
Sipping Cuervo with no chaser
Sometimes I go off, I go off
I go hard, I go hard
Get what’s mine, take what’s mine
I’m a star, cause I slay
I slay, hey, I slay, hey
All day, okay
I slay, okay, I slay okay
I slay okay
We gon’ slay, okay
We gon’ slay, okay
We gon’ slay, okay
We gon’ slay, okay
Okay, okay, okay
Okay ladies, now let’s get in formation, cause I slay
Okay ladies, now let’s get in formation, cause I slay
Who to me you got some coordination
Slay trick, or you get eliminated

[Verse 1: Beyonce]
When he fuck me good I take his ass to Red Lobster, cause I slay
When he fuck me good I take his ass to Red Lobster, cause I slay
If he hit it right, I might take him on a flight on my chopper, cause I slay
Drop him off at the mall, let him buy some J’s, let him shop up, cause I slay
I might get your song played on the radio station, cause I slay
I might get your song played on the radio station, cause I slay
You might just be a black Bill Gates in the making, cause I slay
I might just be a black Bill Gates in the making, cause I slay

[Chorus: Beyonce]
I see it I want it
I stunt yeah little hornet
I dream it, I work hard
I grind ‘til I own it
I twirl all my haters
I ride on Alligators
El Camino with the ceiling low
Sipping Cuervo with no chaser
Sometimes I go off, I go off
I go hard, I go hard
Get what’s mine, take what’s mine
I’m a star, cause I slay
I slay, hey, I slay, hey
All day, okay
I slay, okay, I slay okay
I slay okay
We gon’ slay, okay
We gon’ slay, okay
We gon’ slay, okay
We gon’ slay, okay
Okay, okay, okay
Okay ladies, now let’s get in formation, cause I slay
Okay ladies, now let’s get in formation, cause I slay
Who to me you got some coordination
Slay trick, or you get eliminated

[Bridge: Beyonce]
Okay ladies, now let’s get in formation, I slay
Okay ladies, now let’s get in formation
You know you that bitch when you cause all this conversation
Always stay gracious, best revenge is your paper

[Outro: Male voice]
Girl I hear something thunder
Golly this is that water boy, oh lord

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