Beyonce - Yoncé / Partition | Олег "Firehead" Kasynets | Текст песни

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"Yoncé / Partition"

[Verse 1:]
See me up in the club with 50 of them girls
Posted in the back diamond fangs in my grill
Brooklyn brim, with my eyes sittin' low
Every boy in here with me got that smoke
And every girl in here gotta look me up and down
All on Instagram, cake by the pound
Circulate the image every time I come around
G's up, tell me how I'm looking babe

[Breakdown:]
Brought this all for you, just walk my way
Just tell me how it's looking babe [x2]
I do this all for you, baby just take aim
And tell me how I looking babe [x2]

[Verse 2:]
Drop the bass, man the bass, get lower
Radio, say speed it up, I just go slower
High like treble, pumping on them mids
The man ain't ever seen a booty like this
And why do you think you keep my name rollin off the tongue
Cause when you want a smash, I just write another one
I sneezed on the beat and the beat got sicker
Yoncé all on his mouth like liquor [x8]

[Beat switch]

[Verse 3:]
Driver roll up the partition please
Driver roll up the partition please
I don't need you seeing yoncé on her knees
Took 45 minutes to get all dressed up
We ain't even gonna make it to this club
Now my mascara runnin', red lipstick smudged
Ah he so horny, yeah he want to fuck
He popped all my buttons and he ripped my blouse
He Monica Lewinski'd all on my gown

Whoa dere daddy, daddy didn't bring a towel
Whoa baby, baby better slow it down
Took 45 minutes to get all dressed up
And we ain't even gonna make it to this club

[Hook:]
Take all of me
I just wanna be the girl you like, girl you like
The kinda girl you like, girl you like
Take all of me
I just wanna be the girl you like, girl you like
The kinda girl you like
Is right here with me

[Verse 4:]
Driver roll up the partition fast
Driver roll up the partition fast
Over dere I swear I saw them cameras flash
Hand prints and footprints on my glass
Hand prints and good grips all on my ass
Private show with the music blastin'
He like to call me Peaches when we get this nasty
Red wine drip filth talk that trash
Chauffeur eavesdropping trying not to crash

Whoa dere daddy, daddy now you ripped my fur
Whoa baby, baby be sweatin' on my hair
Took 45 minutes to get all dressed up
And we ain't even gonna make it to this club

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