Karaoké Heated (clean) Beyoncé

Got a lot of bands got a lot of Ivy on me

I gotta fan myself off

I gotta fan myself off

I gotta cool down

Ooh, I gotta cool it down

Yeah yeah

It's been a lot of years

Really think you gettin' one past me

I gotta fan myself off

I gotta fan myself off

I gotta cool it down

Oh, you got me heated, oh

Never met a girl with a mind like this, no, no to give you space and time like this, my love

Never met a girl so fine like this, no, no, no, no, no with a waist that wine like this, my love

Only a real one could tame me

Only the radio could play me

Oh, now you wish

I was complacent

Boy, you musta mixed up our faces

Oh, now you wanna have conversations

See, now you're testin' my patience

Yeah yeah

Got a lot of bands got a lot of Chanel on me

I gotta fan myself off

I gotta fan myself off

I gotta cool down

I gotta cool it down

Got a lot of style got a lot of Tiffany on me

I gotta fan myself off

I gotta fan myself off

I gotta cool it down

You got me heated, oh

Whole lotta reservations

Whole lotta whole lotta textin' with no conversations

Whole lotta playin' victim and a villain at the same time

Whole lotta, yeah money, not a lot of patience

Whole lotta ****** been waitin'

They want some time on it now I wanna flaunt it

Panty and a bra we can get involved, boy

If you keep playin' with my heart, boy

I'm just as petty as you are, uh

Only a real man could tame me

Only the radio could play me

Only my baby

Oh yeah

Got a lot of bands got a lot of Chanel on me

I gotta fan myself off

I gotta fan myself off

I gotta cool down

I gotta cool it down

Never met a girl with a mind like this, no, no

To give you the space at a time like this, my love

Never met a girl so fine like this, no, no, no, no, no

With a waist that wine like this, oh

Tip, tip, tip on hardwood floors

Ten, ten, ten across the board

Give me face face, face, face, yah

My face card never declines, my God

Eat it, eat it eat it, eat it, eat it

Hmm, yummy, yummy, yummy make a bummy heated

Make a pretty girl talk that ytich

Whiskey 'till I'm tipsy glitter on my kitty

Cool it down, down down, my pretty

Bad, bad tchytchy make the bad bad glitchy

Fine, fine, fine-fine fine-fine, fine, fine

Liberated, livin' like we ain't got time

Yadda, yadda, yah yadda, yadda, yah, yah

Yadda, yadda, yadda bom, bom, ka, ka

Blastin' on that *** blast on that ***

Fan me quick, girl

I need my glass

Fan me off my wrist goes click

Dimples on my hip stretch marks on my ****

Drinkin' my water mindin' my biz

Monday, I'm overrated

Tuesday, on my ****

Flip-flop, flippy flip-flop-flop eeh

Fan me off, watch my wrist go click

Fan me off, I'm hot, hot, hot

Like stolen Chanel lock me up in jail

Cuff me, please 'cos this ain't fair

Dripped in my pearls like Coco Chanel

Uncle Jonny made my dress

That cheap Spandex she looks a mess

Fan me off, I'm hot, hot, hot

Like stolen Chanel lock me up in jail

Fingertips go tap, tap, t-tap

On my MPC makin' disco trap

Uncle Jonny made my dress

That cheap Spandex she looks a mess

Ooh ooh, hmm hmm hmm