Rita Ora took to Snapchat on Sunday, April 24, to post a picture of herself wearing lemon-inspired lingerie, immediately prompting Beyoncé's ever-loyal Beyhive to brand the "I Will Never Let You Down" singer as "Becky with the good hair" — the mysterious mistress named in Bey's new track "Sorry" from her visual album Lemonade.
                              
                              In addition to wearing a sheer bra adorned with bright lemon appliques, Ora, 25, dons a "J" pendant necklace in the sexy selfie. To fans of Queen Bey, 34, this all but confirmed that the U.K. native is "Becky."
                              Since she added the photo to her Snap story, Ora's Instagram page has been flooded with hurtful insults, along with bee and lemon emojis, Beyoncé fans' favored form of attack.
                              
                              As Us Weekly previously reported, Rachel Roy was the first woman thought to be "Becky." The fashion designer, 42, drew the ire of Bey's fans when she posted an Instagram of herself and a few gal pals. "Good hair don't care, but we will take good lighting, for selfies, or self truths, always. Live in the light #nodramaqueens," she captioned the now-deleted pic.
                              Not long after, the Beyhive took aim at Roy, inundating her with bee and lemon emojis, along with cutting jabs. Some confused devotees of the Destiny's Child alum even besieged the social media accounts of TV chef Rachael Ray, whose name is only a few letters off from Roy's.
                              
                              In 2014, unconfirmed reports alleged that the highly publicized elevator fight between Bey's little sister, Solange Knowles, and Jay Z, 46, had something to do with Roy — who used to be a close friend of the younger Knowles, 29.
                              Beyoncé and Jay Z married on April 4, 2008, in a secret wedding ceremony. Together, they share their 4-year-old daughter, Blue Ivy.
                              
(Credits: US Magazine)
                              
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CHAPTER SONG- Sorry
                              [Chorus]
                              Sorry, I ain't sorry
                               Sorry, I ain't sorry
                               I ain't sorry, nigga, nah
                               Sorry, I ain't sorry
                               Sorry, I ain't sorry
                               I ain't sorry
                               [Verse 1]
                              He trying to roll me up, I ain't picking up
                              Headed to the club, I ain't thinking 'bout you
                              Me and my ladies sip my D'USSÉ cup
                               I don't give a fuck, chucking my deuces up
                              Suck on my balls, pause, I had enough
                               I ain't thinking 'bout you
                               I ain't thinking 'bout
                               [Bridge]
                              Middle fingers up, put them hands high
                               Wave it in his face, tell him, boy, bye
                               Tell him, boy, bye, middle fingers up
                               I ain't thinking 'bout you
                               [Hook]
                              Sorry, I ain't sorry
                               Sorry, I ain't sorry
                               I ain't sorry, nigga, nah
                               I ain't thinking 'bout you
                               Sorry, I ain't sorry
                               Sorry, I ain't sorry
                               No no, hell nah
                               [Verse 2]
                              Now you want to say you're sorry
                               Now you want to call me crying
                              Now you gotta see me wilding
                              Now I'm the one that's lying
                               And I don't feel bad about it
                              It's exactly what you get
                              Stop interrupting my grinding
                              I ain't thinking 'bout you
                               [Hook]
                              Sorry, I ain't sorry
                               I ain't thinking 'bout you
                               I ain't thinking 'bout you
                               Sorry, I ain't sorry
                               I ain't thinking 'bout you
                               I ain't thinking 'bout you
                               [Bridge]
                              Middle fingers up, put them hands high
                               Wave it in his face, tell him, boy, bye
                               Tell him, boy, bye, boy, bye
                               Middle fingers up, I ain't thinking 'bout you
                               [Hook]
                              Sorry, I ain't sorry
                               Sorry, I ain't sorry
                               I ain't sorry, nigga, nah
                               Sorry, I ain't sorry
                               Sorry, I ain't sorry
                               I ain't sorry
                               No no, hell nah
                               [Verse 3]
                              Looking at my watch, he shoulda been home
                               Today I regret the night I put that ring on
                              He always got them fucking excuses
                               I pray to the Lord you reveal what his truth is
                              I left a note in the hallway
                               By the time you read it, I'll be far away
                              I'm far away
                               But I ain't fucking with nobody
                              Let's have a toast to the good life
                              Suicide before you see this tear fall down my eyes
                              Me and my baby, we gon' be alright
                               We gon' live a good life
                              Big homie better grow up
                              Me and my whoadies 'bout to stroll up
                               I see them boppers in the corner
                               They sneaking out the back door
                              He only want me when I'm not there
                              He better call Becky with the good hair
                               He better call Becky with the good hair
                              (credits: Genius)
                              
                                      
                                          
                                   
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