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Drunk In Love (feat.

Jay Z)
Beyoncé

I’ve been drinking, I’ve been drinking I’m rubbing on it, ru-rubbing it
I get filthy when that liquor get into me If you scared call that reverend
I’ve been thinking, I’ve been thinking Boy, I’m drinking
Why can’t I keep my fingers off it, baby?

I want you, na-nah Get my brain right


Why can’t I keep my fingers off it, baby? Armand de Brignac, gangster wife
I want you, na-nah Louie sheets he sweat it out
Like wash rags he wear it out
Cigars on ice, cigars on ice Boy, I’m drinking
Feeling like an animal I’m singing on the mic ’til my voice hoarse
With these cameras all in my grill Then I fill the tub up half way
Flashing lights, flashing lights Then ride it with my surfboard
You got me faded, faded, faded Surfboard, surfboard
Baby, I want you, na-nah Graining on that wood
Can’t keep your eyes off of my fatty Graining, graining on that wood
Daddy, I want you, na-nah I’m swerving on that, swerving
Drunk in love Swerving on that big body Benz
I want you Serving all this, swerve
Surfing all of this good, good
We woke up in the kitchen saying

How the hell did this shit happen? We woke up in the kitchen saying
Oh, baby How the hell did this shit happen?
Drunk in love Oh baby
We be all night Drunk in love
Last thing I remember is our We be all night
Beautiful bodies grinding up in the club Last thing I remember is our
Drunk in love Beautiful bodies grinding up in the club
Drunk in love
We be all night

Love, love We be all night


We be all night Love, love
Love, love We be all night
Love, love
We be all night

And everything all right I’m nice right now


No complaints from my body Hold up
So florescent under these lights That D’ussé is the shit
Boy, I’m drinking If I do say so myself
Park it in my lot 7-11 If I do say so myself
If I do say so myself For ya’ll to reach these heights
Hold up You gonna need G3
Stumbled all in the house 4, 5, 6 flights sleep tight
Time to back up all of that mouth We sex again in that morning
That you had all in the car Your breastases is my breakfast
Talking ’bout you the baddest bitch thus far We going in
Talking ’bout you be repping that Third

I wanna see all the shit that I heard We be all night


You know I sling Clint Eastwood Love, love
I hope that you can handle this curve, uh! We be all night
Foreplay in the foyer Love, love
Fucked up my Warhlol

Slip the panties right to the side Never tired, never tired
Ain’t got the time to take draws off I’ve been sipping it’s the only thing
On site That’s been keeping me on fire, me on fire
Catch a charge I might Didn’t mean to spill that liquor all on my attire
Beat the box up like Mike in ’97, I’ll bite I’ve been drinking watermelon
I’m Ike, Turner, turn up I want your body right here, daddy
Baby, no, I don’t play I want you right now
Now eat the cake, Anna Mae Can’t keep your eyes off my fatty
I said eat the cake, Anna Mae Daddy, I want you
I’m nice

We be all night
Love, love
We be all night
Love, love
Composição: Andre Eric / Beyoncé Knowles / noel fisher / Shawn Carter

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