Drunk In Love

Album: Beyoncé (2013)
Charted: 9 2
  • We be all night

    Woo! You will never need another lover
    Woo! 'Cause you a milf and I'm a motherfucker
    Told you give the drummer some, now the drummer cummin'
    I'm pa rum pa pum pumin' all on your stomach
    Yeah, tonight I see some super freaky hoes
    That could go from bein' stripper to a super C.E.O
    I don't know the way you do it, but you do it to me though
    And you always told your girlfriends you need you a TV show
    Now you got your own money, you don't need nobody else
    But far as handlin' all that ass, I think you gon' need some help
    Let me remind you, you got a, you got a great future behind you
    You gotta tell me what we tryna do
    I ain't no pastor, don't do missionary
    I know good pussy when I see it, I'm a visionary
    I know them haters talkin', always had us very wary
    Yup! On the 35th of Nevuary
    Yup! You love the way I'm turnt
    After all the money you earned, still show daddy what you learned
    That cowgirl, you reverse that cowgirl
    You reverse, you reverse, and I impregnated your mouth, girl, ooh
    That's when I knew you could be my spouse, girl
    We fuckin' all over the house, girl, we just messed up a brand new couch, girl
    You ain't on site then you on Skype
    I put you on that bike, you bound, girl
    We too wild, won't turn down
    We drunk in love, fuck them

    I've been drinking, I've been drinking
    I get filthy when that liquor get into me
    I've been thinking, I've been thinking
    Why can't I keep my fingers off it, baby? I want you, na-na
    Why can't I keep my fingers off you, baby? I want you, na-na
    Cigars on ice, cigars on ice
    Feeling like an animal with these cameras all in my grill
    Flashing lights, flashing lights
    You got me faded, faded-faded, baby, I want you, na-na
    Can't keep your eyes off my fatty, daddy, I want you, na-na
    Drunk in love, I want you

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

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

    We be all night, and everything all right
    No complaints from my body, so fluorescent under these lights
    Boy, I'm drinking, park it in my lot, 7-11
    I'm rubbing on it, rub-rubbing, if you scared, call that reverend
    Boy, I'm drinking, get my brain right, Armand de Brignac, gangster wife
    Louis sheets, he sweat it out like washrags, he wear it up
    Boy, I'm drinking, I'm singing on the mic to my boy's toys
    Then I fill the tub up halfway then ride it with my surfboard
    Surfboard, surfboard
    Graining on that wood, graining, graining on that wood
    I'm swerving on that, swerving, swerving on that
    Big body Benz serving all this, swerve, surfing all in this good-good

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

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

    Hold up, that D'ussé is the shit if I do say so myself
    If I do say so myself, if I do say so myself
    Hold up, stumble all in the house, time to back up all that mouth
    That you had all in the car, talking 'bout you the baddest bitch thus far
    Talking 'bout you be repping that Third, I wanna see all that shit that I heard
    Know I sling Clint Eastwood, hope you can handle this curve, uh
    Foreplay in a foyer, fucked up my Warhol
    Slid the panties right to the side, ain't got the time to take drawers off
    On sight, catch a charge I might
    Beat the box up like Mike in '97 I bite
    I'm Ike Turner, turn up, baby, no, I don't play
    Now eat the cake, Anna Mae said, "Eat the cake, Anna Mae!"
    I'm nice, for y'all to reach these heights
    You gon' need G3, 4, 5, 6 flights
    Sleep tight, we sex again in the morning
    Your breasteses is my breakfast, we going in

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

    I'm never tired, never tired
    I been sippin', that's the only thing
    That's keeping me on fire, we on fire
    Didn't mean to spill that liquor all on my attire
    I've been drinking, watermelon
    I want your body right here, daddy, I want you, right now
    Can't keep your eyes off my fatty, daddy, I want you

    We be all night, love, love
    We be all night, love, loveWriter/s: Andre Eric Proctor, Beyonce Gisselle Knowles, Brian Soko, Jerome Harmon, Jordy Asher, Nayvad Wilburn, Noel C. Fisher, Rasool Ricardo Diaz, Shawn C. Carter, Timothy Z. Mosley
    Publisher: OLE MEDIA MANAGEMENT LP
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