Karaoké Summer Renaissance Beyoncé

I wanna house you and make you take my name

I'm gonna spouse you and make you tat your ring

I'm gonna take you all the way

Baby, can I take you all the way

You sexy motherfucker boy, you growin' on me

I just wanna thug you the category is Bey

You gangster motherfucker boy, you growin' on me

I just wanna touch you

I can feel it through those jeans

Ah ah ah aah

Boy, you never have a chance

If you make my body talk

I'ma leave you in a trance

Got you walking with a limp

Bet this body make you dance, dance, dance, dance

It's so good, it's so good it's so good, it's so good it's so good

Ooh, it's so good, it's so good it's so good, it's so good it's so good

I wanna crush you

I won't overanalyze

I'm gonna trust you even though we met tonight

But I'm gonna take you all the way

Baby, can I take you all the way

You sexy motherfucker boy, you growin' on me

I just wanna thug you the category is Bey

You gangster motherfucker boy, you growin' on me

Black silicone and rubbers

I can feel it through those jeans

I'm feeling way too loose to be tied down

Can you see my brain open wide now

Come and get what I came for hella night now

Know you love when I roleplay

Who am I now

I'm a doc, I'm a nurse

I'm a teacher

Dominate is the best way to beat ya

Sorry 'bout yesterday now the sweet stuff

You a sweetie pie come let me eat ya

Boy, you never have a chance

If you make my body talk

I'ma leave you in a trance

Got you walking with a limp

Bet this body make you dance, dance, dance, dance

It's so good, it's so good it's so good, it's so good it's so good

Ooh, it's so good, it's so good it's so good, it's so good it's so good

Applause a round of applause

Applause a round of applause

Say I want, want, want what I want, want, want

I want, want, want what I want, want, want

I want your touch

I want your feeling

I want your love

I want your spirit

The more I want the more I need it

Need it

Versace, Bottega

Prada, Balenciaga

Vuitton, Dior, Givenchy

Collect your coins, Beyoncé

So elegant and raunchy this haute couture I'm flaunting

This Telfar bag imported

Birkins, them shits in storage

I'm in my bag