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Beyoncé – Heated

Lyrics Heated – Beyoncé

Got a lot of bands, got a lot of these on me..
Got a lot of bands, got a lot of Ivy on me
I gotta fan myself off, I gotta fan myself off
I gotta cool down, heated
I gotta cool it down, heated, yeah, yeah
It’s been a lot of years, really thinking you gettin’ one fast fee
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 kill space and time like this, my love
Never met a girl so fine like this, no, no, no-no, no
With a waist and wine like this

My love
Only a real one could tame me
Only the radio could play me
Oh, now you wish I was complacent
Boy, you must’ve mixed up our faces
Oh, now you wanna have conversations
See, now you’re testing my patience
Yeah, yeah

Got a lot of bands, got a lot of Chanel on me
I gotta fan myself off, I gotta fan myself off
I gotta cool down, heated
I gotta cool it down, heated, yeah, yeah
Got a lot of style, got a lot of Tiffany on me
I gotta fan myself off, I gotta fan myself off
I gotta cool it down, heated
You got me, heated, heated

Whole lotta reservations, whole lotta
Whole lotta texting with no conversations
Whole lotta playing victim and a villain at the same time
Whole lotta, huh, money, not a lot of patience
Whole lotta n**gas been waiting, they want some time on it
Now I wanna flaunt it, panty and a bra, we can get involved, boy
If you keep playing with my heart, boy, I’m just as petty as you are

Uh, only a real man can tame me
Only the radio could play me
Only my baby

Got a lot of bands, got a lot of Chanel on me
I gotta fan myself off, I gotta fan myself off
I gotta cool down, heated
I gotta cool it down, heated, heated

Never met a girl with a mind like this, no, no
To give you space in a time like this, my love
Never met a girl so fine like this, no-no, no, no-no
Would waste a while like this

Tip, tip, tip on hard wood floors
Ten, ten, ten across the board
Give me face, face, face, face, face, yah
Your face card never declines, my God
Eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it
Mm, yummy, yummy, yum, make that bummy heated
Make a pretty girl felt that s**tty
Whiskey ’til I’m tipsy, glitter on my kitty
Cool it down, down, down, my pretty
Bad, bad, b**chy, make a bad b**ch glitchy
Fine, fine, f-fine, f-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
Spazzin’ on that a*s, spaz 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’ a*s b**ch
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 Johnny 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 Johnny made my dress
That cheap Spandex, she looks a mess
Ha-ha, hm, hm, hm, hm-hm…

Written by Drake, Boi-1da, Jahaan Sweet, Sevn Thomas, Neenyo & Ricky Lawson
Album: RENAISSANCE
Produced by Beyoncé, Sevn Thomas, Neenyo, Jahaan Sweet, Boi-1da & Calev
Beyoncé | 2022

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