7/11 (Homecoming Live) – Beyoncé (Testo)
Testo 7/11 (Homecoming Live) Beyoncé Ecco il Testo 7/11 (Homecoming Live) Beyoncé, la nuova canzone di Beyoncé. Leggi il testo completo e scopri il significato delle parole. 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 (spinnin') I'm spinnin' my foot up, foot up, yeah, my foot up (spinnin') 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 I'm spinnin', I'm spinnin', I'm spinnin' while my hands up (spinnin') 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' about alcohol, I know I'm thinkin' bout that alcohol Man, this here like rollin' dice, man, this here like rollin' dice 7/11, 7/11, 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 (kick it) Girl, I'm tryna kick it with ya, girl, I'm tryna kick it with ya Man, I'm tryna kick it with ya, my feet up, I kick it with ya Man, I swear I kick it with ya, girl, I wanna kick it with ya Man, I know I kick it with ya, yeah, I spin around, and I kick it with ya 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 it 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 ya hands side to side Wave ya hands side to side Wave ya hands from side to side Wave ya hands side to side Ooh, wee BB freaky deaky, think me see she pink bikini Rock that kufi, dye dashiki, Nefertiti, edges kinky Sweatin' out my blow out, sweatin' out my presses This trick about to go off, mad 'cause I'm so fresh Fresher than you, I'm fresher than you Fresher than you, oh
Mi Gente (Homecoming Live) – Beyoncé (Testo)
Testo Mi Gente (Homecoming Live) Beyoncé Ecco il Testo Mi Gente (Homecoming Live) Beyoncé, la nuova canzone di Beyoncé. Leggi il testo completo e scopri il significato delle parole. (Turn up, Beyoncé) (Turn up, Beyoncé) Are y'all ready, Coachella? (Turn up, Beyoncé) I wanna see everybody from the front to the back Put your hand up (Uno, dos, tres, cuatro) Sing it now, hey, hey, hey Jump, jump, yeah Let me see you jump (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Ladies and gentlemen Please give it up for J Balvin (yeah, yeah) Si el ritmo te lleva a mover la cabeza, ya empezamos como e' (hey) Mi música no discrimina a nadie, así que vamos a Y toda mi gente se mueve Mira el ritmo cómo los tiene Hago música que entretiene El mundo nos quiere, nos quiere, y me quiere a mí Toda mi gente se mueve Mira el ritmo cómo los tiene Hago música que entretiene Mi música los tiene fuerte bailando, y se baila así Come on Yeah, hey Give it up y'all Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Here we go They say my body stay wetter than the (ocean) And they say that Creole in my body's like a (potion) I can be a beast or I can give you (emotion) So please, don't question my devotion I been givin' birth on these haters 'cause I'm (fertile) See these double Ds on this bag (murda) Want my double Zs in his bed (Serta) If you really love me, make an album 'bout me (word up) Soon as I walk in, boys start they talkin' Right as that booty sway (freeze) Slay Lift up your people from Texas, Puerto Rico Dem islands to México (freeze) ¿Y dónde está mi gente? (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Mais fais bouger la tête (yeah, yeah, yeah) Azul, are you with me? Say yeah, yeah Uno, tres, here we go (uno, dos, tres, cuatro) Oh yeah, yeah, yeah Oh yeah, yeah, yeah (Uno, dos, tres, cuatro) Know you, know you wanna roll with a good girl, good girl Know you, know you wanna roll with a good girl, good girl Know you, know you wanna roll with a good girl, good girl One time Know you wanna roll with a good girl Do it big, do it all for a good girl One time This is a song for the good girl And I still keep it hood, still treat you like I should What's up? Your body turn up, mi say, "Turn up, turn up" One time, this Hot like the sun, so you turn up, turn up One time, this Your body turn up, mi say, "Turn up, turn up" One time, this Hot like the sun, so you turn up Beyoncé, you turn up Beyoncé, you turn up Beyoncé, you
Flawless / Feeling Myself (Homecoming Live) – Beyoncé (Testo)
Testo Flawless / Feeling Myself (Homecoming Live) Beyoncé Ecco il Testo Flawless / Feeling Myself (Homecoming Live) Beyoncé, la nuova canzone di Beyoncé. Leggi il testo completo e scopri il significato delle parole. Crown Goddamn I, I woke, woke, I woke up like (I woke up, I woke up, woke up with the crown) (Candy on the ground) (Woke, woke up with the crown) (Crown) Dum-da-de-da (Right, right) Do, do, do, do, do, do, do, ah (C-c-comin' down, dripping candy on the ground) (Right) (Right, right) It's that Yoncé, that Yoncé In that lingerie and that chardonnay Scoring touchdowns on your runway I'm Texas forever, like Bun B And I'm Rambo-ing these hoes I'm really rit' like Donjae I'm camo-ing these hoes These thots can't clock me nowadays You wish I was your pound cake Boy, you know I look good as fuck Wish I was your baby mama You can come around and give me good karma But no, we escalating, up in this bitch, like elevators Course sometimes shit go down When it's a billion dollars on the elevator Mama taught me good home training My daddy taught me how to love my haters Sister told me I should speak my mind My man made me feel so God damn fine I'm flawless Of course sometimes shit go down When it's a billion dollars on the… You wake up (Flawless), post up (Flawless) Ridin' 'round in it (Flawless), flossin' on that (Flawless) These diamonds (Flawless), my diamonds (Flawless) This rock (Flawless), my Roc (Flawless), sing I woke up like this, I woke up like this We flawless, ladies, tell 'em I woke up like this, I woke up like this We flawless, twins, tell 'em Say "I look so good tonight" (Hey) Goddamn, goddamn Say "I look so good tonight" Goddamn, goddamn, goddamn How y'all feeling? Coachella, how did you wake up this morning? Ha, woke up and niggas lookin' like me Woke up to niggas talkin' like me Alright, I want y'all to repeat after me I'm feelin' myself, sing it I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' my (I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' my) I'm feelin' my, feelin' my Feelin' myself, I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' my (I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' my) I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' my Feelin' myself, I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' my I'm feelin' my, feeling my Feelin' myself, I'm feelin' myself, I'm feelin' my Feelin' myself, I'm feelin' myself Changed the game with that digital drop Know where you are when that digital popped I stop the world Male or female, it make no difference I stop the world, world, stop
Diva (Homecoming Live) – Beyoncé (Testo)
Testo Diva (Homecoming Live) Beyoncé Ecco il Testo Diva (Homecoming Live) Beyoncé, la nuova canzone di Beyoncé. Leggi il testo completo e scopri il significato delle parole. I'm a a diva (hey) I'm a, I'm a a diva (hey) I'm a, I'm a a diva (hey) I'm a, I'm a a diva I'm a, I'm a a diva (hey) I'm a, I'm a a diva I'm a, I'm a a diva (hey) I'm a, I'm a… Na na na, diva is a female version of a hustla Of a hustla, of a, of a hustla Na na na, diva is a female version of a hustla Of a hustla, of a, of a hustla Stop the track, let me state facts I told you gimme a minute, and I'll be right back Fifty million round the world, and they say that I couldn't get it I done got so sick and filthy with Benji's, I can't spend it How you gon' be talking shit? You act like I just got up in it Been the number one diva in this game for a minute I know you read the paper The one that they call a queen Every radio 'round the world know me 'Cause that's where I be (first!) I'm a a diva (hey) I'm a, I'm a a diva (hey) I'm a, I'm a a diva (hey) I'm a, I'm a a diva I'm a, I'm a a diva (hey) I'm a, I'm a a diva I'm a, I'm a a diva (hey) I'm a, I'm a a di- Na na na, diva is a female version of a hustla Of a hustla, of a, of a hustla Na na na, diva is a female version of a hustla Of a hustla, of a, of a hustla When he pull up, wanna pop my hood up Bet he better have a six-pack in the cooler Getting money, divas gettin' money If you ain't gettin' money, then you ain't got nothing for me Tell me somethin', (Tell me somethin') Where yo boss at? (Where yo' boss at?) Where my ladies up in here that like to talk back? (That like to talk back) I wanna see ya (I wanna see her) I'd like to meet ya (I'd like to meet her) What you say? (Not to me!) She ain't no diva (She ain't no diva!) Na na na, diva is a female version of a hustla Of a hustla, of a, of a hustla Na na na, diva is a female version of a hustla Of a hustla, of a, of a hustla Since 15 in my stilettos, been strutting in this game "What's your age?" was the question they asked when I hit the stage I'm a diva, best believe-a, you see her, she gettin' paid She ain't calling him a greeter, don't need him her bed's made This is a stick-up, stick-up I need them bags or that money I'ma stick-up, stick-up You see the mask, where that money? All my ladies get it up, I see you, I do the same Take it to another level, no passengers on my plane I'm a a diva (hey) I'm a, I'm a a diva (hey) I'm a, I'm a a diva (hey) I'm a, I'm a a diva This is a stick-up, stick-up I need them bags or that money Stick-up, stick-up You see the mask, where that money? Na na na, diva is a female version of a hustla Of a hustla, of a, of a hustla Na na na, diva is a female version of a hustla Of a hustla, of a, of a hustla I'm a, a diva I'm a, I'm a a diva I'm a, I'm a a diva I'm a, I'm a a diva I'm a, I'm a a diva I'm a, I'm a a diva I'm a, I'm a a diva I'm a, I'm a a diva I'm a, I'm a a diva I'm a, I'm a a diva I'm a, I'm a a diva I'm a, I'm a a diva I'm a, I'm a a diva I'm a, I'm a a diva I'm a, I'm a a diva I'm a, I'm a a diva (Hey)
HEATED – Beyoncé (Testo)
Testo HEATED Beyoncé Ecco il Testo HEATED Beyoncé, la nuova canzone di Beyoncé. Leggi il testo completo e scopri il significato delle parole. Got a lot of bands, got a lot of Hermès on me Got a lot of bands, got a lot of Ivy on me I gotta fan myself off, I gotta fan myself off I gotta cool down (heated) I gotta cool it down (heated), yeah, yeah It's been a lot of years, you really think you're getting one past me? I gotta fan myself off, I gotta fan myself off I gotta cool it down (heated), oh You got me (heated), heated, oh Never met a girl with a mind like this, no, no To give you space at a time like this, my love Never met a girl so fine like this, no, no, no, no, no With a waist that whine like this, my love Only a real one could tame me Only the radio could play me Oh, now you wish I was complacent Boy, you must have mixed up our faces Oh, now you wanna have conversations? See how you testing my patience Yeah, yeah Got a lot of bands, got a lot of Chanel on me I gotta fan myself off, I gotta fan myself off I gotta cool down (heated) I gotta cool it down (heated) Got a lot of style, got a lot of Tiffany on me I gotta fan myself off, I gotta fan myself off I gotta cool it down (heated) You got me (heated) heated, oh Whole lotta reservations, whole lotta Whole lotta texting with no conversations Whole lotta playing victim and a villain at the same time Whole lotta, yeah, money, not a lot of patience Whole lotta n- been waiting They want some time on it, now I wanna flaunt it Panty and a bra, we can get involved, boy You keep playing with my heart, boy I'm just as petty as you are Only a real man can tame me Only the radio could play me Only my baby Got a lot of bands, got a lot of Chanel on me I gotta fan myself off, I gotta fan myself off I gotta cool down (heated) I gotta cool it down (heated) heated Never met a girl with a mind like this, no, no To give you space in a time like this, my love Never met a girl so fine like this, no, no, no, no, no With a waist that whine like this, ooh Tip, tip, tip on hardwood floors Ten, ten, ten across the board (with a waist that whine like it) Give me face, face, face, face, face, yah Your face card never declines, my God (ooh, ooh) Eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it Mmh, yummy, yummy, yum, make that bummy heated Make a pretty girl talk that tishy Whisky 'til I'm tipsy, glitter on my kitty Cool it down, down, down, my pretty Bad, bad gitchy, make the bad-bad glitchy Fine, fine, fi-fine, fi-fine, fine, fine Liberated, living like we ain't got time Yada, yada, yah, yada, yada, yah-yah Yada, yada, bom-bom, kah-kah Blastin' on that, blast on that a- Fan me quick, girl, I need my glass Fan me off, my wrist goes "click" Dimples on my hip, stretch marks on my – Drinking my water, minding my biz Monday I'm overrated, Tuesday on my – Flip-flop, flippy, flip-flop-flop b- Fan me off, watch my wrist go "click" Fan me off, I'm hot, hot, hot Like stolen Chanel, lock me up in jail Cuff me, please, 'cause this ain't fair Dripped in my pearls like Coco Chanel Uncle Johnny made my dress That cheap Spandex, she looks a mess Fan me off, I'm hot, hot, hot Like stolen Chanel, lock me up in jail Fingertips go tap, tap, tap On my MPC, making disco trap Uncle Johnny made my dress That cheap Spandex, she looks a mess