AMBEYONCÉ Testo

Yeah (Woo)
Check your story every- (Woo, Superman)
Check your story every-
Check your story every-
Check your story everyday, but don't want you to know

Check your story everyday, but don't want you to know
Cannot hide, cannot keep it on the super low
Babe, my bad, hammer, nails, hot as hell, die 12
On the counter, DVR, I hope my parachute blow We was bangin' for the cameras
But it ain't just for the video
No, that Glock ain't got no safety
If you know, baby, I guess you know (Huh)
Where the runner at?
Bitch, he tooked off with my heart
Can you get it back?
Whatever it cost put it on the card
Rap game [?], lil' Diana Ross
Hopscotch, don't step off the lawn, put you back in the chalk

Humbly I ask for your forgiveness (Woah)
Washed it up ahead, I hope you with it (Woah)
This ain't Tom and Jerry but I chase the cat
I was smokin' Backwoods 'fore they called me Bicky Back
I'm the sun, I am the rain, I am your weakness
I'm the ecstasy, the pain, I know you feel this
Keep the ambience around me, I'm Beyoncé (Yeah)
Hate the [?], baby girl, but don't you hate the game?
Game, huh
Hunnids blue, Avatar (Ah)
She heard I'm a star (Uh, uh)
I feel like Reba (Uh, uh), I feel like Rico (Uh)
That Smino from [?]
[?] I fucked in the car (Ay)
She said I'm too busy (Ay)
She said I'm too busy (Busy, busy)
Like a movie star, I cut to my calls
I tell 'em when it start (Brrat, brrat, brrat)
Keep a TEC, I'm Vince Lombardi
They ain't tryin' to convince nobody
[?], I'm a zombie
Rollin' the Caddie for ambeyoncé, say somethin'
The birds been chirpin' since Motorola
Eat it like rollin' some yoga, uh
I know I'm bumpin' some bubbly
Did it big, man, went over
Really been tryin' since Frito
I had a chip on my shoulder, I be on
We did a lot today
Big, big, brown [?]
I'm pushed that you got away (Uh-uh)
I don't record 'cause they be recordin' all over the calls (Ha, uh)
I told lil' baby, "Let me pull up and the [?]"
Little boy wonder (Oh no)

Humbly I ask for your forgiveness (Woah)
Tossed it up ahead, I hope you with it (Woah)
This ain't Tom and Jerry but I chase the cat
I was smokin' Backwoods 'fore they called me Bicky Back
I'm the sun, I am the rain, I am your weakness
I'm the ecstasy, the pain, I know you feel this
Keep the ambience around me, I'm Beyoncé (Yeah)
Hate the [?], baby girl, but don't you hate the game?

Live in the present, that's how I present
Down to the minute, down to the second
Send me your private, be my Lieutenant
Shawty bend down when you diggin' for roaches
Came to my show when the crowd was just crickets
Hopped out the smoke like, "Ribbit"
Came to the label, signed to the [?]
Signed to the label, signed to the time
Now you offended, signed with the [?]
Hopped out the lot, finna do somethin' different
Ain't nobody fuckin' up the club when I'm in it
Google the image
Beatin' up the pussy like abusin' the British
All in the Uber, playin' like a tutor
Blowin' like a tuba, they ain't like the bitches
Seen a lot of his go hotel, I can turn a hater to a witness
Opinions can change, unlimited range
Say my name, say my name while you're fuckin' your mane
Everyday we in the game but we came to play
Can't go down in Lemonade when you livin' this way

Humbly I ask for your forgiveness (Woah)...