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"Yoncé / Partition" by Beyonce

"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

[Hook]