Formation
[Beyonce](What happened at the New Wil’ins?)(Bitch... I'm back by popular demand!)
Y'all haters corny with that illuminati messPaparazzi, catch my fly, and my cocky freshI'm so reckless when I rock my Givenchy dress (stylin’)I’m so possessive so I rock his Roc necklacesMy daddy Alabama, Momma LouisianaYou mix that negro with that Creole make a Texas bammaI like my baby heir, with baby hair and afrosI like my negro nose with Jackson Five nostrilsEarned all his money but they never take the country out meI got hot sauce in my bag, swag
Oh yeah baby, oh yeah I, ohhhhh, oh yes I like thatI did not come to play with you hoesI came to slay, bitchI like cornbreads and collard greens, bitchOh yes, you best to believe it
Y'all haters corny with that illuminati messPaparazzi, catch my fly, and my cocky freshI'm so reckless when I rock my Givenchy dress (stylin’)I’m so possessive so I rock his Roc necklacesMy daddy Alabama, Momma LouisianaYou mix that negro with that Creole make a Texas bammaI like my baby heir, with baby hair and afrosI like my negro nose with Jackson Five nostrilsEarned all his money but they never take the country out meI got hot sauce in my bag, swag
I see it, I want itI stunt, yeah, yellow-bone itI dream it, I work hardI grind ‘til I own itI twirl all my hatersAlbino alligatorsEl Camino with the ceiling lowSippin’ Cuervo with no chaserSometimes I go off, I go offI go hard, I go hardGet what’s mine, take what’s mineI’m a star, I’m a starCause I slay, slayI slay, hey, I slay, okayI slay, okay, all day, okayI slay, okay, I slay okayWe gon’ slay, slayGon’ slay, okayWe slay, okayI slay, okayI slay, okayOkay, okay, I slay, okayOkay, okay, okay, okayOkay, okay, ladies, now let’s get in formation, cause I slayOkay ladies, now let’s get in formation, cause I slayProve to me you got some coordinationSlay trick, or you get eliminated
When he fuck me good I take his ass to Red Lobster, cause I slayWhen he fuck me good I take his ass to Red Lobster, cause I slayIf he hit it right, I might take him on a flight on my chopper, cause I slayDrop him off at the mall, let him buy some J’s, let him shop up, cause I slayI might get your song played on the radio station, cause I slayI might get your song played on the radio station, cause I slayYou might just be a black Bill Gates in the making, cause I slayI might just be a black Bill Gates in the making, cause I slay
I see it, I want itI stunt, yeah, yellow-bone itI dream it, I work hardI grind ‘til I own itI twirl all my hatersAlbino alligatorsEl Camino with the ceiling lowSippin’ Cuervo with no chaserSometimes I go off, I go offI go hard, I go hardGet what’s mine, take what’s mineI’m a star, I’m a starCause I slay, slayI slay, hey, I slay, okayI slay, okay, all day, okayI slay, okay, I slay okayWe gon’ slay, slayGon’ slay, okayWe slay, okayI slay, okayI slay, okayOkay, okay, I slay, okayOkay, okay, okay, okayOkay, okay, ladies, now let’s get in formation, cause I slayOkay ladies, now let’s get in formation, cause I slayProve to me you got some coordinationSlay trick, or you get eliminated
Okay ladies, now let’s get in formation, I slayOkay ladies, now let’s get in formationYou know you that bitch when you cause all this conversationAlways stay gracious, best revenge is your paper
Girl, I hear some thunderGolly, look at that water, boy, oh lord