Beyonce - Partition

Beyonce - Partition
Let me hear you say "Hey, Ms.Carter" (Hey, Ms.Carter)
Say "Hey, Ms.Carter" (Hey, Ms.Carter)
Give me some

See me up in the club with fifty-leven girls
Posted in the back, diamond thangs in my grill
Brooklyn brim with my eyes sitting low
Every boy in here with me got that smoke
And every girl in here got to 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

Boy, this all for you, just walk my way
Just tell me how it's looking babe
Just tell me how it's looking babe
I do this all for you, baby, just take aim
Tell me how it's looking babe
Tell me how it's looking babe, looking babe

Drop the bass mane, the bass get lower
Radio say "speed it up", I just go slower
High like treble, pumping on the mids
Ya man ain't ever seen a booty like this
And why you think ya keep my name rolling off the tongue
'Cus when he wanna smash I'll just write another one
I sneezed on the beat and the beat got sicker

Yoncé all on his mouth like liquor
Yoncé all on his mouth like liquor
Yoncé all on his mouth like liquor
Yoncé all on his mouth like liquor
Like like liquor, like like like liquor

Yoncé all on his mouth like liquor
Yoncé all on his mouth like liquor
Yoncé all on his mouth like liquor
Like like liquor, like like like liquor

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Driver roll up the partition please, driver roll up the partition please
I don't need you seeing 'yonce on her knees
Took 45 minutes to get all dressed up
We ain't even gonna make it to this club
Now my mascara running, red lipstick smudged
Oh he so horny, yea he want to fuck
He popped all my buttons, and he ripped my blouse
He Monica Lewinsky-ed all on my gown

Oh there daddy, d-daddy didn't bring the towel
Oh baby, b-baby we slow it down
Took 45 minutes to get all dressed up
We ain't even gonna make it to this club

Take all of me, I just wanna be the girl you like, girl you like
The kind of 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

Driver roll up the partition fast, driver roll up the partition fast
Over there I swear I saw them cameras flash
Handprints and footprints on my glass
Handprints and good grips all on my ass
Private show with the music blasting
He like to call me Peaches when we get this nasty
Red wine drip, talk that trash
Chauffeur eavesdropping trying not to crash

Oh there daddy, d-daddy didn't bring the towel
Oh baby, b-baby we slow it down
Took 45 minutes to get all dressed up
We ain't even gonna make it to this club

Take all of me, I just wanna be the girl you like, girl you like
The kind of 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

Hello
Est-ce que tu aimes le sexe
Le sexe, je veux dire l'activité physique, le coït, tu aimes ça
Tu ne t'intéresses pas au sexe
Les hommes pensent que les féministes détestent le sexe
Mais c'est une activité très stimulante et naturelle
Que les femmes adorent

Take all of me, I just wanna be the girl you like, girl you like
The kind of 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

Writers: Terius Youngdell Nash , Jerome Harmon , Beyonce Gisselle Knowles , Mike Dean , Justin R. Timberlake , Timothy Z. Mosley , LESLIE JEROME HARMON , Dwane M. II Weir

Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group , Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC , Warner Chappell Music , Inc.

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