"7/11" by Beyonce
Shoulders sideways, smack it, smack it in the air Legs movin' side to side, smack it in the air Legs movin' side to side, smack you in the air Shoulders sideways, smack it, smack it in the air Smack it, smack it in the air Legs movin' side to side, smack it, smack it in the air Smack it, smack it in the air Wave your hands side to side, put it in the air Wave your hands side to side, put it in the air Clap, clap, clap like you don't care Smack that, clap, clap, clap like you don't care (I know you care) Clap, clap, clap, clap, clap it Foot up, my foot up Hold up now my foot up I'm spinnin' my foot up Foot up yeah my foot up I'm spinnin' my foot up Put my foot down yeah my hands up My hands up, my hands up (Flexin') Flexin' while my hands up My hands up, my hands up I stand up with my hands up Then I put up, my hands up I put up, my hands up I put up, my hands up Then I'm spinnin' all my hands up (Spinnin') Spinnin' while my hands up (Spinnin') Spinnin' while my hands up (Spinnin') Spinnin' while my hands up Then I'm tippin' all my hands up Spinnin', I'm spinnin', I'm spinnin' while my hands up I'm spinnin', I'm spinnin', I'm spinnin' while my hands up (Drank) Hold that cup like alcohol, hold that cup like alcohol Hold that cup like alcohol Don't you drop that alcohol Never drop that alcohol, never drop that alcohol I know you thinkin' bout alcohol I know I'm thinkin' bout that alcohol Man, this here like rollin' dice, man, this here like rollin' dice Seven eleven, seven eleven, seven twice, man, seven twice Man, it feel like rollin' dice, man, this feel like rollin' dice Man, it feel like rollin' dice Seven twice, seven twice Girl I'm tryna kick it with you Girl I'm tryna kick it with you Man, I'm tryna kick it with you My feet up, I kick it with you Man, I swear I kick it with you Girl I wanna kick it with you Man, I know I kick it with you Yeah I spin' around and I kick it with you Shoulders sideways, smack it, smack it in the air Legs movin' side to side, smack it in the air Legs movin' side to side, smack you in the air Shoulders movin' side to side, smack it in the air Smack it in the air Smack it, smack it in the air Smack it in the air Smack it, smack it in the air Wave your hands side to side, put it in the air Wave your hands side to side, put it in the air Clap, clap, clap like you don't care Smack that, clap, clap, clap like you don't care (I know you care) Wave your hands side to side Wave your hands side to side Wave your hands to side to Wave your hands side to side Ooh wee be-be freaky deaky Think me see she pink bikini Rock that groovy dye dashiki Nefertiti, edges kinky Sweatin' out my blow out Sweatin' out my press This trick about to go off Mad cause I'm so fresh Fresher than you I'm fresher than you Fresher than you, ho |
"Partition" by Beyonce
Driver roll up the partition please Driver roll up the partition please, I don't need you seein 'yonce on her knees Took forty five minutes to get all dressed up We ain't even gonna make it to this club Now my mascara runnin red lipstick smudged Oh he so horny yeah he want to fuck He popped all my buttons and he ripped my blouse He Monica Lewinskyed all on my gown Whoa there daddy daddy didn't bring the towel Oh baby baby we better slow it down Took forty five minutes to get all dressed up And we ain't even 'gon 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 kind of girl you like is right here with me (Right here with me right here with me right here with me 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 blastin, he like to call me Peaches when we get this nasty Red whine drip we'll talk that trash, chauffeur eavesdroppin tryin not to crash Whoa there daddy daddy didn't bring the towel Oh baby baby we better slow it down Took forty five minutes to get all dressed up And we ain't even 'gon 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 kind of girl you like is right here with me (Right here with me right here with me right here with me right here with me) |
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