Beyonce Knowles

Heated
(Got a lot of bands, got a lot of Hermès on me) Got a lot of bands, got a lot of Ivy on me I gotta fan myself off (Fan me off) I gotta fan myself off (Fan me off) I gotta cool down, heated (Fan me off like hot, hot, hot) (Like Coco Chanel, put me up in jail) I gotta cool it down, heated (Cool it down, hot, hot, hot) Yeah, yeah (Like stolen Chanel, put me up in jail) (Tip, tip, tip) It's been a lot of years, really think you gettin' one past me? (Tip, tip, tip) I gotta fan myself off I gotta fan myself off I gotta cool it down, heated (Oh) You got me heated Heated, oh Never met a girl with a mind like this, no, no To give you space and timе like this, my love Nevеr met a girl so fine like this, no, no, no, no, no With a waist that wine like this, my love Only a real one could tame me Only the radio could play me (Uh) Oh, now you wish I was complacent (Uh) Boy, you musta mixed up our faces (Uncle, Uncle Jonny) SongtexteOh, now you wanna have conversations (Uncle Jonny) See, now you're testin' my patience (Uncle Jonny made my dress) Yeah, yeah (Fan me off) Got a lot of bands, got a lot of Chanel on me I gotta fan myself off (Fan me off) I gotta fan myself off (Fan me off) I gotta cool down, heated (Fan me off like hot, hot, hot) (Like stolen Chanel, put me up in jail) I gotta cool it down, heated (Tip, tip, tip, tippin' on) (Tip, tip, tip, tippin' on) Got a lot of style, got a lot of Tiffany on me I gotta fan myself off (Tiffany, Tiffany, Tiffany, Tiffany, Tiffany) I gotta fan myself off I gotta cool it down, heated (I'm hot, hot, hot) You got me heated (Fan me off like hot, hot, hot) Heated, oh (Like stolen Chanel, put me up in jail) Whole lotta reservations, whole lotta Whole lotta textin' with no conversations (Whole lotta, lotta, lotta) Whole lotta playin' victim and a villain at the same time Whole lotta, huh, money, not a lot of patience Whole lotta niggas been waitin' They want some time on it, now I wanna flaunt it Panty and a bra, we can get involved, boy (Wake up pretty) If you keep playin' with my heart, boy I'm just as petty as you are (Petty, petty, petty, petty, petty, petty) Uh, only a real man can tame me Only the radio could play me Only my baby (Oh, yeah) Got a lot of bands, got a lot of Chanel on me I gotta fan myself off (Fan me off) I gotta fan myself off (Fan me off) I gotta cool down, heated (Fan me off like hot, hot, hot) (Like Coco Chanel, put me up in jail) I gotta cool it down, heated Heated Never met a girl with a mind like this, no, no To give you the space at a time like this, my love (Oh) Never met a girl so fine like this, no, no, no, no, no (Fan me off, I'm hot, hot, hot) With a waist that wine like this (Coco Chanel, put me up jail) Tip, tip, tip on hardwood floors Ten, ten, ten across the board (With a waist that wine like this) Give me face, face, face, face, yah Your face card never declines, my God (Ooh) Eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it Mm, yummy, yummy, yum, make the bummy heated Make a pretty girl talk that shitty Whiskey 'til I'm tipsy, glitter on my kitty (Ooh) Cool it down, down, down, my pretty Bad, bad bitchy make the bad bitch glitchy Fine, fine, fine-fine, fine-fine, fine, fine Liberated, livin' like we ain't got time Yadda, yadda, yah, yadda, yadda, yah, yah Yadda, yadda, yadda, bom, bom, ka, ka Blastin' on that ass, blast on that ass Fan me quick, girl, I need my glass Fan me off, my wrist goes click Dimples on my hip, stretch marks on my tits Drinkin' my water, mindin' my biz Monday, I'm overrated, Tuesday, on my dick Flip-flop, flippy, flip-floppin'-ass bitch Fan me off, watch my wrist go click Fan me off, I'm hot, hot, hot Like stolen Chanel, lock me up in jail Cuff me, please, 'cause this ain't fair Dripped in my pearls like Coco Chanel Uncle Jonny made my dress That cheap Spandex, she looks a mess Fan me off, I'm hot, hot, hot Like stolen Chanel, lock me up in jail Fingertips go tap, tap, t-tap On my MPC, makin' disco trap Uncle Jonny made my dress That cheap Spandex, she looks a mess Aus Songtexte Mania