Bu$$yCat
Unghh, wha-wha!
Got it goin' on... wha-wha!
Enghh, wha-wha!
You got it goin' on... UNHhh!
issaBODYPARTY
what you know about me?
I could let you in, but
yr homie's not invited.
See, sorryNOTsorry
'cuz I just popped a molly
& I'm dancing on a speaker...
SWEAR TO GAWD I'm Beyoncé.
Before you getting any closer...
besta sign this non-disclosure.
Turn around & poke it out
& lemme get to know ya.
Bounce it, bb.
House it, bb.
Twerk it, bb.
Jerk it, bb.
Juke it, bb.
Drop it, bb.
Y'know that uDRIVEme Crazy.
Everybody listenin':
I wanna see you dance.
I don't think you heard me.
I WANNA SEE YOU DANCE.
Don't just stand there & just holla
I might just be your baby's father
for the night. Watch my waistline (looking just right)
Hit that bassline (like I'm doing it for spite)
Pass that dutch. Lick. Salt. SHOT. &LIME.
It cost to floss. Oh gosh, it costs so much to play the boss...
But, ungh, ya' don't hear me, tho.
BUSSY-BUSSY BUSSY-BUSSY BUSSYCAT.
I know that you've been waitin' for it
I'm waiting, too.
In my imagination
I be all up IN you
I know you got that fever—Hundred & two
And boy I know I feel the same
My temperature's through the roof
Boy you should know that
There's something on my mind.
I go a couple ideas that you can get behind.
Get it.
You can get behind.
What's wrong with this picture?
Tell your man to back it up.
Don't stop getit-getit!
Back it up. Baby, back it up...
Got it goin' on... wha-wha!
Enghh, wha-wha!
You got it goin' on... UNHhh!
issaBODYPARTY
what you know about me?
I could let you in, but
yr homie's not invited.
See, sorryNOTsorry
'cuz I just popped a molly
& I'm dancing on a speaker...
SWEAR TO GAWD I'm Beyoncé.
Before you getting any closer...
besta sign this non-disclosure.
Turn around & poke it out
& lemme get to know ya.
Bounce it, bb.
House it, bb.
Twerk it, bb.
Jerk it, bb.
Juke it, bb.
Drop it, bb.
Y'know that uDRIVEme Crazy.
Everybody listenin':
I wanna see you dance.
I don't think you heard me.
I WANNA SEE YOU DANCE.
Don't just stand there & just holla
I might just be your baby's father
for the night. Watch my waistline (looking just right)
Hit that bassline (like I'm doing it for spite)
Pass that dutch. Lick. Salt. SHOT. &LIME.
It cost to floss. Oh gosh, it costs so much to play the boss...
But, ungh, ya' don't hear me, tho.
BUSSY-BUSSY BUSSY-BUSSY BUSSYCAT.
I know that you've been waitin' for it
I'm waiting, too.
In my imagination
I be all up IN you
I know you got that fever—Hundred & two
And boy I know I feel the same
My temperature's through the roof
Boy you should know that
There's something on my mind.
I go a couple ideas that you can get behind.
Get it.
You can get behind.
What's wrong with this picture?
Tell your man to back it up.
Don't stop getit-getit!
Back it up. Baby, back it up...
Credits
Writer(s): Beyonce Knowles, Christopher Stewart, Crystal Johnson, Damon Elliott, Lnr, Mariah Carey, Roberto F. Santiago, Terius Nash
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