Beyoncé - Drunk in Love ft. Jay Z

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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 been serving all this, swerve, surfing all in this good-good

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

I'm never tired, never tired

I been sippin', that's the only thing

That's keeping me on fire, me 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