Drunk in Love Remix (feat. Jay-Z & Kanye West)
W-W-W-We be all night!
Woo! You will never need another lover
Woo! 'Cause you're a MILF, and I'm a motherfucker
Told you give the drummer some, now the drummer cummin'
I'm pa-rum-pa-pum-pumin' all on your stomach, yo
Tonight I see some super freaky hoes
That could go from bein' stripper to a super C.E.O
I don't know the way you do it, but you do it to me though
And you always told your Girlfriends you need you a TV show
Now you got your own money, you don't need nobody else
But far as handlin' all that ass, I think you gon' need some help
Let me remind you
You got a-, you got a great future behind you
You gotta tell me what we tryna do
I ain't no pastor, don't do missionary
I know good pussy when I see it, I'm a visionary
I know them haters talkin', always had us very wary
Yup! On the 35th of Nevuary
Yup! You love the way I'm turnt
After all the money you earned
Still show daddy what you learned
That cowgirl
You reverse that cowgirl
You reverse, you reverse, and I impregnated your mouth, girl, ooh
That's when I knew you could be my spouse, girl
We're fuckin' all over the house, girl
We just messed up a brand-new couch, girl
If you ain't on site, then you on Skype, I put you on that bike, you bound, girl
We too wild, won't turn down, we drunk in love, fuck them
I been drinkin', I been drinkin'
I get filthy when that liquor gets into me
I been thinkin', I been thinkin'
Why can't I keep my fingers off it, baby? I want you, na-na
Why can't I keep my fingers off you, baby? I want you, na-na
Cigars on ice, cigars on ice
Feelin' like an animal, with these cameras all in my grill
Flashin' lights, flashin' lights (flashin' light)
You got me faded, faded, faded, baby, I want you, na-na
Can't keep your eyes off my fatty, daddy, I want you, na-na
Drunk in love
I want you
We woke up in the kitchen saying, "How the hell did this shit happen?" Oh, baby
Drunk in love
We be all night
Last thing I remember is our beautiful bodies grindin' up in that club
Drunk in love
We be all night
Love
Love
We be all night
Love
Love
We be all night
And everything alright
No complaints from my body, so fluorescent under these lights
Boy, I'm drinkin'
Park it in my lot, 7-11
I'm rubbin' on it, rub-rubbin', if you scared, call that reverend
Boy, I'm drinkin'
Get my brain right, Armand de Brignac, gangster wife
Louis sheets, he sweat it out like washrags, he wear it up
Boy, I'm drinkin', I'm singing
On the mic 'til my voice hoarse
Then I fill the tub up halfway
Then ride it with my surfboard
Surfboard
Surfboard
Grainin' on that wood, grainin', grainin' on that wood
I'm swervin' on that
Swervin', swervin' on that big body been serving all this
Swerve, surfin' all in this good-good
We woke up in the kitchen saying, "How the hell did this shit happen?" Oh, baby
Drunk in love
We be all night
Last thing I remember is our beautiful bodies grindin' up in that club
Drunk in love
We be all night
Love
Love
We be all night
Love (I'm nice right now)
Love
Hold up
That D'ussé is the shit
If I do say so myself
If I do say so myself
If I do say so myself, hold up
Stumble all in that house, time to back up all of that mouth
That you had all in the car
Talking 'bout you're the baddest bitch thus far
Talking 'bout you be reppin' that Third
I wanna see all the shit that I heard
Now I sling Clint Eastwood
Hope you can handle this curve, uh
Foreplay in a foyer
Fucked up my Warhol
Slide the panties right to the side, ain't got no time to take drawers off on sight
Catch a charge I might
Beat the box up like Mike in '97 I bite
I'm Ike Turner, turn up, baby, no, I don't play
Now eat the cake, Anna Mae
Said, "Eat the cake, Anna Mae!" I'm nice
For y'all to reach these heights
You gon' need G3
Four, five, six flights
Sleep tights
We sex again in the morning
Your breastses are my breakfast, we're going in
We be all night
Love
Love
We be all night
Love
Love
I'm never tired, never tired
I been sippin', that's the only thing that's keepin' me on fire
We're on fire
Didn't mean to spill that liquor all on my attire
I been drinkin', watermelon
I want your body right here, daddy, I want you, right now
Can't keep your eyes off my fatty, daddy, I want you
We be all night
Love
Love
We be all night
Love
Love
Woo! You will never need another lover
Woo! 'Cause you're a MILF, and I'm a motherfucker
Told you give the drummer some, now the drummer cummin'
I'm pa-rum-pa-pum-pumin' all on your stomach, yo
Tonight I see some super freaky hoes
That could go from bein' stripper to a super C.E.O
I don't know the way you do it, but you do it to me though
And you always told your Girlfriends you need you a TV show
Now you got your own money, you don't need nobody else
But far as handlin' all that ass, I think you gon' need some help
Let me remind you
You got a-, you got a great future behind you
You gotta tell me what we tryna do
I ain't no pastor, don't do missionary
I know good pussy when I see it, I'm a visionary
I know them haters talkin', always had us very wary
Yup! On the 35th of Nevuary
Yup! You love the way I'm turnt
After all the money you earned
Still show daddy what you learned
That cowgirl
You reverse that cowgirl
You reverse, you reverse, and I impregnated your mouth, girl, ooh
That's when I knew you could be my spouse, girl
We're fuckin' all over the house, girl
We just messed up a brand-new couch, girl
If you ain't on site, then you on Skype, I put you on that bike, you bound, girl
We too wild, won't turn down, we drunk in love, fuck them
I been drinkin', I been drinkin'
I get filthy when that liquor gets into me
I been thinkin', I been thinkin'
Why can't I keep my fingers off it, baby? I want you, na-na
Why can't I keep my fingers off you, baby? I want you, na-na
Cigars on ice, cigars on ice
Feelin' like an animal, with these cameras all in my grill
Flashin' lights, flashin' lights (flashin' light)
You got me faded, faded, faded, baby, I want you, na-na
Can't keep your eyes off my fatty, daddy, I want you, na-na
Drunk in love
I want you
We woke up in the kitchen saying, "How the hell did this shit happen?" Oh, baby
Drunk in love
We be all night
Last thing I remember is our beautiful bodies grindin' up in that club
Drunk in love
We be all night
Love
Love
We be all night
Love
Love
We be all night
And everything alright
No complaints from my body, so fluorescent under these lights
Boy, I'm drinkin'
Park it in my lot, 7-11
I'm rubbin' on it, rub-rubbin', if you scared, call that reverend
Boy, I'm drinkin'
Get my brain right, Armand de Brignac, gangster wife
Louis sheets, he sweat it out like washrags, he wear it up
Boy, I'm drinkin', I'm singing
On the mic 'til my voice hoarse
Then I fill the tub up halfway
Then ride it with my surfboard
Surfboard
Surfboard
Grainin' on that wood, grainin', grainin' on that wood
I'm swervin' on that
Swervin', swervin' on that big body been serving all this
Swerve, surfin' all in this good-good
We woke up in the kitchen saying, "How the hell did this shit happen?" Oh, baby
Drunk in love
We be all night
Last thing I remember is our beautiful bodies grindin' up in that club
Drunk in love
We be all night
Love
Love
We be all night
Love (I'm nice right now)
Love
Hold up
That D'ussé is the shit
If I do say so myself
If I do say so myself
If I do say so myself, hold up
Stumble all in that house, time to back up all of that mouth
That you had all in the car
Talking 'bout you're the baddest bitch thus far
Talking 'bout you be reppin' that Third
I wanna see all the shit that I heard
Now I sling Clint Eastwood
Hope you can handle this curve, uh
Foreplay in a foyer
Fucked up my Warhol
Slide the panties right to the side, ain't got no time to take drawers off on sight
Catch a charge I might
Beat the box up like Mike in '97 I bite
I'm Ike Turner, turn up, baby, no, I don't play
Now eat the cake, Anna Mae
Said, "Eat the cake, Anna Mae!" I'm nice
For y'all to reach these heights
You gon' need G3
Four, five, six flights
Sleep tights
We sex again in the morning
Your breastses are my breakfast, we're going in
We be all night
Love
Love
We be all night
Love
Love
I'm never tired, never tired
I been sippin', that's the only thing that's keepin' me on fire
We're on fire
Didn't mean to spill that liquor all on my attire
I been drinkin', watermelon
I want your body right here, daddy, I want you, right now
Can't keep your eyes off my fatty, daddy, I want you
We be all night
Love
Love
We be all night
Love
Love
Credits
Writer(s): Leslie Jerome Harmon, Shawn C. Carter, Timothy Z. Mosley, Rasool Diaz, Beyonce Giselle Knowles, Noel Fisher, Andre Proctor, Brian Soko
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