Beyonce - Formation(Dirty)6.feb.2016 | Текст песни

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• Formation(Dirty)6.feb.2016

What happened in the New Orleans?
Bitch, I'm back by popular demand!

[Beyoncé:]
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 bama.
I like my baby hair with baby hair and afros,
I like my negro nose with Jackson Five nostrils,
Earned all this money but they never take the country out me,
I got hot sauce in my bag, swag!

[Messy Mya:]
Oh yeah, baby! Oh yeah, I, ooh, oh yes, I like that!

[Big Freedia:]
I did not come to play with you hoes,
I came to slay, bitch!
I like cornbreads and collard greens, bitch!
Oh yes, you best to believe it!

[Beyoncé:]
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 bama.
I like my baby hair with baby hair and afros,
I like my negro nose with Jackson Five nostrils,
Earned all this money but they never take the country out me,
I got hot sauce in my bag, swag!

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.
Albino alligators,
El Camino with the ceiling low,
Sippin' 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, I'm a star
‘Cause I slay, slay!
I slay, hey, I slay, okay!
I slay, okay, all day, okay!
I slay, okay, I slay, okay!
We gon' slay, slay,
Gon' slay, okay!
We slay, okay!
I slay, okay!
I slay, okay!
Okay, okay, I slay, okay!
Okay, 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!
Prove to me you got some coordination,
Slay, trick, or you get eliminated!

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 just might be a black Bill Gates in the making, ‘cause I slay!
I just might be a black Bill Gates in the making, ‘cause I slay!

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.
Albino alligators,
El Camino with the ceiling low,
Sippin' 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, I'm a star
‘Cause I slay, slay!
I slay, hey, I slay, okay!
I slay, okay, all day, okay!
I slay, okay, I slay, okay!
We gon' slay, slay,
Gon' slay, okay!
We slay, okay!
I slay, okay!
I slay, okay!
Okay, okay, I slay, okay!
Okay, 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!
Prove to me you got some coordination,
Slay, trick, or you get eliminated!

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!

Girl, I hear something, thunder!
Golly, this is that water, boy, oh lord!

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