[Verse 1]
See me up in the club with 50 them girls
Posted in the back, diamond fangs in my grill
Brooklyn brim with my eyes sitting low
And 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

[Breakdown]
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
How it's looking, how it's looking babe

[Verse 2]
Drop the bass main, the bass get lower
Radio say "speed it up," I just go slower
Highlight treble, pumping on the mids
The man ain't never seen a booty like this
And why you think ya keep my name rolling off your tongue
'Cuz when you 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
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

Transition to part 2

[Verse 1]
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, yeah he want to fuck
He popped all my buttons, he ripped my blouse
He Monica Lewinski-ed all on my gown

Oh there daddy, daddy didn't bring a towel
Oh 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 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

[Verse 2]
Driver roll up the partition fast
Driver roll up the partition fast
Over there 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 blasting
He like to call me Peaches when we get this nasty
Red wine drip filth, talk that trash
Chauffeur eavesdropping trying not to crash

Oh there daddy, daddy now you ripped my fur
Oh 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]

Hello!

Est-ce que tu aimes le sexe? Le sexe.
Je veux dire, l’activité physique. Le coït.
Tu aimes ça? Tu ne t’interesses 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.

[Hook]

Hello!
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Partition Lyrics

Beyoncé – Partition Lyrics

Songwriters: TIMBERLAKE, JUSTIN R. / KNOWLES, BEYONCE GISSELLE / NASH, TERIUS YOUNGDELL / WEIR, DWANE M. II / DEAN, MIKE / MOSLEY, TIMOTHY Z. / HARMON, JEROME
Partition lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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