Yonce - Partition Lyrics by Beyonce Knowles

Yonce - Partition Lyrics



    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]

    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
    Yonce all on his mouth like liquor [x8]

    [Beat switch]

    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 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

    [Chorus:]
    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

    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

    [Chorus:]
    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



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